Coffee Shop

A Story-Poem

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

I sit alone
on a chair
in a coffee shop
and watch the people
buying coffee,
chatting with friends,
and writing in journals.
I remember how
you sipped your coffee
and licked the crumbs
of the doughnut
off your pink lips
with your tongue.
Sometimes we made up
stories about the people
we watched. And
sometimes we sat
in silence, listening
to our thoughts
bouncing around our heads.