Iced Coffee

It is a mistake

egregious to think

that we are not connected to each other.

You know, I read that scientists now know

it's true what Einstein theorized:

that the fabric of space and time ripples in waves

that the distance between me and you is so much more complicated

and close

and serendipitous

and dangerous

than expected.

And you know, I am so grateful

that the universe in its absolute wisdom

or absolute lack thereof

made the space between you and me just one cup of coffee:

oat milk

two Splendas

iced

the best I ever tasted.

Your hand reaching out to mine

to give it,

how I'll miss it.

How I'll remember you each time

I extend my hand that way.