She never thought they'd be meeting over coffee.
The last time that she saw him, she didn't even drink coffee.
The last time that she saw him.
Him.
She doesn't even know if that person exists anymore, and yet, she sits there
drinking watered down coffee
on a damp bench
in a city she once called home
awaiting the vessel's arrival.
The vessel that once carried that person.
She had wondered for so long
if he looked the same.
She knows he'll look different,
but she wonders if he's still
somehow
the same.
She forgot what his voice sounded like
She forgot how he smelled
and she hadn't wanted to be reminded.
She is scared of what she might feel
if he
sounds
and smells
the same.
Perhaps the sounds of the city
will drown out any familiarity in his voice.
She first hears his footsteps nearing,
and then
she knows.
She knows that the watered down coffee
is not strong enough
to drown out the rest.
About the Creator
Hannah B
Mom, self proclaimed funny girl, and publicly proclaimed "piece of work".
Lover and writer of fiction and non-fiction alike and hoping you enjoy my attempts at writing either.
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