Seating at the corner of this Coffee Bistro
I see your shadow
Engraved on the white walls
Light illuminating the magnificent paintings
Giving a sense of tranquillity
I wait for my mind to decide
Do I order the Espresso?
Try the Mocha?
Drink the Cappuccino?
Or just plain dark, creamy Coffee
My mind the wanders to the silent moment
When your words never came late
I think of the tropical bush
Cocooning the coffee beans
I remember your arms around me
My fingers wrap around
This cup of a strong dark substance
I cannot let go till the warm cup touches my lips
As I slowly sip taking in the aroma
My heart thunders for your presence
The last drop, I am back in your existence
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