the coffee is brewing, i hear the clock ticking the vendors outside, doing their part selling birds calling out to their mates and their mates, responding. Everything that’s happening around me, I can sense clearly But what will happen to you and me? I wish we had eternal clarity.
The coffee did brew, leaving an essence in the air But the clock is refusing to tick; refusing to let this moment pass by giving me chances that I'm refusing to take chances to be stuck in the moments our eyes met the vendor's curious silence curious to see if I'll make a move the birds and their mates are quiet now Waiting for us to say to each other- “I love you..”