The monotonous sky tells my story
as rain rolls down my cheeks
in a silent car ride
(my screaming thoughts escaped out the window
with a dying wheezing sound)

Shivers have never been more comforting
on my already cold skin,
as the wind tangled my hair with
a pushing of a heavy glass door

The barista was far too happy,
I'm sure his paycheck doesn't allow him
to embrace his loneliness
and I ordered a coffee on the rocks
in a storm by the sea
with my arms crossed and knuckles clenched
against my sweater,
because the cold feels so familiar

as I wait for you to show up at this coffee shop,
I already know that you won't