By: Lauren Salvo

My grande caramel machiato gets a
little cold as I watch everyone sit
with everyone,
but me.

School? Work?
Or school and work?

Noone in here is taking
the time to just sit and enjoy
the warmth of their coffees,
the words of their friends,
or the thoughts in their heads.

Not even the group of six
sitting by the window in the corner,
who turn the pages
of their Bibles to find
comfort and salvation,
but look at their phones
in between.

Not even me,
who has not
stopped listening and looking
at everyone else,
wondering if their reasons for being
here are better than mine.