What is this place anyway? When I think about it I see you at the table across from me. We’re not thinking of what to say but we’re talking still. There’s no topic of conversation yet we talk all the same. I see the light shining through the window on your eyes and am lost in the green and brown. Lovely, that’s the word for it. Before the coffee gets cold, Margret, our waitress, fills our mugs again. She’s earned her tip.
Where’s this place anyway? It need not be anywhere but here and now. Why talk of the future when we’re here? Why think of the time when we wouldn’t be together? This is what they mean when they speak of forever. I know it now.
Miles stretch between us but I see your smile nevertheless. I take my coffee black. Maybe black’s too bitter for you. Need a little sugar? I’ll sprinkle it in. She brought the creamer too. It’s all for you. I’ll drink mine as is. Down to the bitter dregs. You’re sweet enough for me. Pure honey.
