Cable-knit coffee date sitting in

the fall cherry-wood scented air.



Foam atop my café latte steamed

and formed into the shape



of my heart. Of things to come.

Things perfect at the moment.



Small talk floats around us

as we move inward from opposite ends



to a place in-between. Where

things change and become more

familiar


and you think that, maybe,

just maybe . . .

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