The doorbell chimes yet again
He comes in.
The enigma of a man
A regular at this cafe

I make his usual black coffee
With a teaspoon of brown sugar
There's no need to exchange words
I already know the order by heart

He makes his way to the usual spot
Near the bookcase filled with treasures
Takes one out
And devours every sentence with pleasure

The world ceases to exist around him
Those words come to life
Figures emerge from the drawings
He becomes one of them

I wait eagerly for my signal
Just one glace would be enough
To fill my little role in his routine
By bringing coffee in this blue cup

Just small little glance
And my day would brighten
But it seems like waiting will be tough
As he got lost in the neverland again