Your hand caressed in mine,
when you brought in my cup of coffee.
You gave a smile,
like a wanderer with an untold story.
The scent of brewed coffee sends a tingle to my olfactory nerve;
it reminds me of you, whenever you serve.
After I left the coffee shop,
it was you who I thought about.
Thinking of seeing you again—-
I smiled, without a doubt.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC
Your hand caressed in mine,
when you brought in my cup of coffee.
You gave a smile,
like a wanderer with an untold story.
The scent of brewed coffee sends a tingle to my olfactory nerve;
it reminds me of you, whenever you serve.
After I left the coffee shop,
it was you who I thought about.
Thinking of seeing you again—-
I smiled, without a doubt.
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