The coffee arrives before you do, Patient, like me. I choose the seat that faces the door, Just in case hope needs directions. Steam lifts its face, Searching for yours. I practice your name On the rim of the cup. It fits. The room hums softly, As if it knows to behave. Every empty chair feels intentional, Every second, rehearsed. I imagine your fingers Finding mine by accident, Then staying on purpose. The coffee grows bolder, Or maybe it’s my heart. I sip where your smile should be, Sweetened by the thought of you. Love, I decide, Is not always presence Sometimes it’s space Held carefully. If you come, I’ll still be here. If you don’t, This moment loved me anyway.
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