I have a fascination for good coffee
But I try not to make it too often
With coffee I associate conversation
And your company
(tea does not have to suffer such associations)
Sometimes when the coffee is particularly good
I dreamily remember what could-have-been
Times that could-have-been spent together,
Conversations that could-have-been had
(It never happened though,
we were never good friends.
But I could never forget
that which could-have-been)
We could-have-had long conversations
over restless starry nights
We could-have-had long make out sessions
over quiet lazy afternoons
(We would most certainly have led a most decadent life.)
As I sip my lonely coffee
This dim October afternoon
And the building opposite reflects tobacco light
Into my room
You return to your house,
resounding with the laughter of children
and without a doubt I know why…
(apologies for bad poetry :D)
