sitting at the left corner in this café
with our coffees, hot and cold.
I like how your eyes shift and your lips curl
and I think about the million times that
you've smiled that same smile.
Your blue shirt, my favorite one in our closet and
swimming in your eyes,
I come across many tea and coffees, wrinkled sheets, undone laundary and kisses.
You shuffle your feet under the table,
and I make paper boats of tissue
I like how for a moment your fingers touch my knuckles.
It takes me back to,
our giggles on a quiet plane, walking barefoot on grass, crying with you under the sheet and anniversary dinners.
sitting at the left corner in this café
with our coffees, hot and cold.
It's our first date, for a couple hours
and a lifetime.