Meeting up at what used to be a frequently visited coffee shop: I ordered mine black while you requested an iced mocha; our usual drinks. You told me my hair had grown quite long, as if my hair's length made you realize how long we've been strangers. I looked deep into your eyes: mocha with swirls of melted ice water and milk, just like your coffee. As I recognized your soft smile, I felt the edges of my heart crack. Although I sat close enough to smell the soft scent of your laundry detergent, it was as if you were still 422 miles