In a little cafe I know
I sit
alone
imagining you here
our hands
touching lightly
as we
subconsciously stir our drinks
Others passing by
look and smile
muttering
first date
so cute
and such a lovely couple
we smile
almost laughing

but not to be
as I drink alone
my bitterness
held with a china heart
my hands hold
tightly

maybe one day
you'll see me there
and ask
is this seat taken
and we will
touch hands so tentatively
and laugh
at passers by
while carving hearts with spoons
within the froth
of latte warm and sweet
upon the lips

as any
yet
untasted kiss.