Coffee shop


Polished mahogany
Untouched coffee
Lingering aromas
Diffusing slowly
As I wait
Calmly palpitating
At the table by the door
I ponder
Till my temples hurt
A sip of cappuccino
to sooth my nerves
Ripples on the surface
Deep brown and creamy
I stir them violently
Mini storm
In the coffee cup
Hot caffeine on my tongue
Bittersweet memories
Flood my brain
Bittersweet is what I taste
One second
One minute
An hour
Tick tock
Collected thoughts
Dissipate like the aroma
That lingers no more
Mahogany, once warm
Has gone cold
And I still wait
At the table by the door
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