I sat unaccompanied
Though not alone
I had the crossword and my thoughts
Wishing I had brought a sweater

But then you smiled
And it melted the cold
Hot apple pie beneath a hill of frozen vanilla

And I could no longer tell if my goosebumps
Were from the cold vinyl chair against the backs of my legs
Or your sudden raw presence

I saw you approach the counter of supplements
And walk right on by
I wanted to tell you
I drink it black too

It was Tuesday, a little after 4

Maybe you always come here Tuesdays
                                                        ­              a little after 4

So you can be sure I'll be back here
                               Tuesday, a little after 4

I want to see if there's anything else we might share
Besides our dislike of cream and sugar
And this moment at the coffee shop