Melt

I sit by this windowsill in everyday,

And watch the sugar in my coffee melt.

They bring me exactly what I yearn for

With a formal yet comforting smile

Against the chaos of golden hour's traffic,

A beautiful mess and not an aimless one.

Distracting me from the fact that

Despite all these years I cannot fathom

How the world leaves me behind with each breath

That I take before I can get

A simple nod. A simple nod of approval

From the stern face who stares back at me

When I see myself in the window pane

As I say goodbye and

Force a smile before the traffic lights take over.

Until then I’ll be sitting by the same windowsill,

Watching the sugar in my coffee melt.