Winter's harsh weather has taken over,
but the coffee house stands strong.
Watching people and watching laughter
my worries have left me
tired and peaceful.

People blow through doors
and out of windows
sweeping mugs from wooden surfaces.
Liquids
swirl in the air.
Words and things worse become
empty.
I am here, I am there, I am everywhere.
The coffee house stands strong.

Between anticipations of me and you
talking over coffee
talking about books,
I slip past these daydreams
to an unreality where misfortune is forgotten - You
are the one I want
So why can't I have you?

Why the hell not?
I question as I keenly brush off
insecurities which dampen my infatuation.
I miss you. I am afraid. I hardly know you.

I am here, I am there, I am everywhere.

The coffee house stands strong.