Just a Sip

I watched a dog walk into a coffee shop today, and I know it sounds strange, but I wondered if the smell of steamed milk reminded him of past lovers, if chai tea reminded him of early morning kisses. He looked into my eyes for a split second, and I could have sworn he sensed it - my fear of loving you. The fear I try to contain by sitting in little shops, writing away memories as if they were mine to keep forever. Silly of me. As silly as a dog in a coffee shop, I suppose. Though both things happened today. So, I’ll write again tomorrow in hopes you’ll slip away with each sip.