The barista hands over your order,
I watch you take it back to our small table in the corner.
You’re holding the mug,
and I can’t say that I have ever felt so jealous
of a dark roast coffee,
until this moment.
You sip at it,
slowly at first,
as if you are calculating your next move with each sip.
I have always been of the opinion that
any situation can be made better
if I am holding a warm cup of tea.
But here I am,
looking at my steeped Earl Grey,
and you’re still saying that you can’t do this,
between that boring Econ class
and this chair I’m leaning back into,
I was wrong.
You stare at your coffee,
take another sip,
as if looking to it for some token of wisdom,
but it’s bitter
just like me,
Except I’m not the one that you want to hold.
You say tell me so,
recoiling with a face of disgust,
“Sometimes, I find though,
that after a couple sips
it gets better,” you remark.
“In that case,” I stare at you,
“tell me you can’t do this,
a few more times.”
You look past me,
apparently the espresso machine
knows what you want to say.
“And other times,”
Now you’re looking at me,
“it’s just bad coffee.”
As if to distract me,
from thinking about what kind of brew
she must be,
you begin spewing words at me,
words chosen at random
to fill the silence.
There very well may have been a proper segway,
but I was too busy looking at my hands
and I’m not of the disposition to give you that much credit.
The next thing I know,
you’re telling me about how you found a pack in your dad’s jacket.
All I’m hearing is,
“I don’t want you” “I don’t want you” “I don’t want you.”
It is funny to me,
how you can sit here
and shame your father for his habits,
are clearly no novice to burning things up.
I would laugh
if I wasn’t choking on all this smoke.
I need air.
You watch me stand up,
I feel your eyes on me,
but they are more searching
then how they used to be.
I leave my tea,
Even though it is no where near done,
But we are
And like my Earl grey,
I have grown cold
In the midst of this conversation.
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