Slowly I bring the cup to my lips while you pace the room.
I let the aroma fill my nostrils
tendrils of steam
as I prepare to savour
the promised rich
I’m not sure if I’m prepared for this, but you’re here, I’m here and the shadows in the corner of the room have already deepened.
It seems like that part of the room have been voided and I imagine being suck into its lurking darkness.
I take a slow sip of the hot brew.
They say some like it black and bitter,
it seems I don’t.
Still you keep pacing. I know its not because of impatience. You just don’t like to be still, so you take your feet places, even
if it is in circles that you’re going. I always thought you were a wanderer. It would’ve been great to go on a trip with you. We would
walk where we want to go and sleep underneath the starlit sky.
You always believed those were cities
and you once convinced me
that someone out there is watching us
staring at their night sky
that we were looking back
Will you stop pacing? You keep distracting me with your endless walking. All I needed was company, I never meant to lock you in with me forever.
I spit bitter regrets at you like they were my only bullets,
how was I supposed to know that you were not just a figment of my imagination?
how was I supposed to know that you were a part of who I am
But even when I try to push you away, you just shrug into my soul.
So I try to take another sip
of the steamy hot brew
just to show you
I let the black bitter burn my tongue, stubbornly I swallow and let the drink sear my insides all the way to my stomach. Disgusted I throw the cup
into the corner and watch the darkness spread around the shards.
“We don’t even like coffee”, you say.