In the steam of morning light,
you pour my heart like coffee
bitter and sweet,
with a swirl of uncertainty.
Witty jabs fly between us,
a dance of annoyance,
but I catch your laughter
as it hangs heavy in the air
a sign, perhaps?
Your distance is a wall,
but every banter feels like a crack,
and I wonder if you see through it,
wonder if you feel the pull too.
If only you knew how you pull me to you.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 4:01 PM UTC
In the steam of morning light,
you pour my heart like coffee
bitter and sweet,
with a swirl of uncertainty.
Witty jabs fly between us,
a dance of annoyance,
but I catch your laughter
as it hangs heavy in the air
a sign, perhaps?
Your distance is a wall,
but every banter feels like a crack,
and I wonder if you see through it,
wonder if you feel the pull too.
If only you knew how you pull me to you.