Empty chairs and tables,
the lingering smell of coffee and muffins,
I still remember the latte that you deemed to be your favorite.
You always ordered it with a shot of esspresso,
you said you liked the way it made your hands shake.
You liked it so bitter,
I liked it so sweet,
Maybe that's why you liked me.
I was the sweetness in your bitter coffee.
Coffee shops remind me of you,
and the history you've made,
I know you've got your life in place,
I've yet to take the hint someday,
I'll be shaking and waiting for something more.