Batch #15

And so I sit here alone.
A small coffee bar just around the corner.
Reminiscing over mornings of the past, where I would wake up next to you.
Not alone.

The lady behind the counter sees me.
I order the usual.
Slow filter.

While she carefully does the ritual I normally do, I occasionally look at her.
I wonder if she ever notices me in the same way I notice her.

She brings me my cup.
Her bright blue eyes shine, more delightful than any morning sun I’ve ever woken up to.

The black drops tickle my tongue.
Mesmerising me in an almost hypnotic way.
This is how I always want to start my day.

Me and my cup.
Together with her.

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