Coffee

If we were having coffee, it would be at the local place you work at. You'd make me a mocha with extra chocolate in it. You always add too much chocolate, and you don't make me pay extra for it, because that's just how we work.

If we were having coffee, we'd make small talk with the bartender, talking about how adorable her new baby is. Then we'd walk along the old sidewalk, side by side, sipping too-sweet coffee, laughing about whatever snippet of dialogue we've just said and forgetting it moments later.

If we were having coffee, life would be a blurry haze of sugary caffeine. We'd live, we'd laugh, we'd love. All of our lives would stretch out before us.

If we were having coffee, we'd be together, if only for a moment, and that's all that I need.