Last Date

We're here, across from each other

I kind of regret bringing you your favorite

Double shot espresso, half and half with vanilla

And cinnamon

It smells nice

You smell nice

You're not drinking it, though

And I'm awkwardly sipping at mine

Unsure of what to say

And before I know it, my drink is gone

And I don't have anything to do

Other than uncomfortably rearranging

How to put my hands on the cold table

"I'm sorry"

And you nod, offering a weak smile

"It's okay"

So when you leave a few minutes later

There's two cups of coffee left on the table

One's mine, empty

And yours is getting cold