Between silent sips and sloppy slurps
We laugh as we talk and drink
Hot, cold, sweet bitter
I’ve rambled long enough to bore any audience
Yet across from me you sit with an attentive smile
Nodding to show you understand
Even as my words fail me again
In light of your attention
Your eyes sparkle as you laugh
At something meaningless I’ve said
And while it was my intention
I feel the room grow brighter yet again
I show you special things I show to few others
And you take interest in what I have to say
Of wide-eyed daydreams
Of fanciful nothings
Some say that friends should have no debts
But to you, my friend, I owe much more than most
You see, it’s been a long time since I laughed
At least like this
The walls have closed in tighter around me every passing day
And loneliness has become
The most constant of companions
And there are nights I’ve lain awake
And stared at walls and ceilings and floors
Wishing to be anywhere but here
Or nowhere at all
But today we smell of espresso and vanilla and cinnamon
And when you suggest we split a piece
Of something sweet, just a treat, on me
I start to argue but can’t for long
As you’ve already gone up to the counter
And handed your cash to the barista
Who smiles like I do at your presence
And as we indulge, the only thing I see that could be sweeter
Than the cake and strawberries and cream
Is the one across from me with eyes that dance with stories
And lips that laugh with songs
About the Creator
Kit Olsen
Queer poet, short fiction author, and long-time storyteller of all varieties. Feel free to stick around and see if anything catches your fancy!
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