It’s not just coffee,
or the stale sandwich
(from previous day of course –
who delivers fresh at 6:00 AM)
of any random all-night cafe I miss.
It is the corner one on stop
that was the farthest for us both
so none could ever find us,
it’s that very cafe, that last table,
the coffee as fresh as the rising sun
when we would meet for secret dates;
It is that coffee and the sandwich
I wish to be having this week –
memories of our love and fights,
of tears and smiles as we faced the world
together as one, to be forever one;
but first some coffee.
For almost an year before we got married , me and my husband would meet at this non descript cafe every alternate Saturday morning. I would later go to my parent’s home for the weekend and he would spend the day playing with friends. This week we celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary in a different country and I miss all those places that have seen us grow together and grow in love.