Coffee and Love

coffee

The window is painted with humid air, thick enough to keep me inside, not wanting to go out the sliding door. I watch the cars passing by, along with the people peddling around the block. The aroma of the coffee distracts my gaze.Β 

I saw you walking towards me. I told every piece of what happened today. I didn’t feel like stopping, I had your ears. We never noticed the time. The coffee got cold.Β 

I frustrated my self with petty things that no one understood. You probably were confused, too! You held my hands and met me in the eyes. I felt better. I sipped the glass of coffee and smiled.

The window is painted with humid air, thick enough to keep me inside, not wanting to go out the sliding door. I watch the cars passing by, along with the people peddling around the block. The aroma of the coffee distracts my gaze.Β 

If only coffees could talk, they would tell the world our story.

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