I began making myself a coffee and
I started to make one for you too

but you weren't there.

I set the two cups down, side by side, and added the sugar
-two teaspoons, just the way you like it-
and then I remembered  

you weren't there.

The moment before that, I'd been having
a little conversation with you
in my head.

You know,
the way you do when the person isn't there?

Perhaps thats why I did it.

Or perhaps,
I just so enjoy always having my cup of coffee with you that,
when you aren't there,
I still want to feel that closeness,
that roundness and completeness I feel when I'm with you,
sipping sweet, flavoured coffee
and helping our conversation meander along.

But you weren't there.

So, I poured the sugar from your cup back into the bowl
and finished making my one, seemingly lonely coffee.

And then I texted you
to let you know what I had done
and to ask you a question ;

"Does doing that mean I love you?"

but I already knew the answer,

didn't I.