I will never forget
how hazelnut coffee tastes like
for your kisses engraved it to my memories
In a sunny day in March,
before the pandemic started,
I remember us going to the back of the cafe
where we were supposed to study,
with you having hazelnut coffee
and I with a dissatisfying latte.
We told stories and whatnot,
read poetry books
and played by the water.
I remember you
facing the dilemma of changing clothes,
I remember your soft and calming voice,
I remember you laughing at my reactions
for when you made me read
the ‘***** pretty things’.
I still remember the lines,
some tempting, and naughty lines.
I remember us smile as we watch the waves,
how we felt at home with one another.
And
I remember
your happy smile after
I kissed your
coffee flavoured lips