I cradle the cup the way I would cradle your hands. Warmth first, questions later. The room feels smaller When I imagine you here. Steam drifts like a secret I never learned to keep. Every sip slows my pulse, As if the coffee knows I’m thinking of you. Time leans closer, curious, But does not interrupt. The table reflects light The way your eyes do Quietly, completely. I swear the cup tilts toward me, Eager to be finished together. Outside, hearts hurry past, Inside, mine stays. Love feels like this pause: Unannounced, necessary. If you sat across from me, The coffee would cool faster, Distracted by us. Until then, I drink slowly, Practicing devotion, One tender moment At a time.
