Simplicity

The creaking chairs
two mugs
-cream, two sugar
The coffee stains on the table
I refuse to clean
no matter how many times
I catch you staring at them

Inhale my words
Exhale your thoughts
Billowing sweet smoke around us
Closing in

Conversations put off
far too long
and I wish I could say more
than I had said before

But your cigarette is worn to the filter
And my mug remains empty
The smoke covered sky
Darkens our words

Maybe next time
I will wait for my coffee to cool down
before I drink
Maybe next time
You will bring enough cigarettes to share

Until then I’ll keep my words close
And keep my mugs
as they are
And hope you’ll return to talk
another day