Two Hours
It started at Starbucks
On a Sunday
We met for a coffee.
I had black.
She had a caramel macchiato, extra hot, double pump,
I don’t know
The cup looked like Egyptian hieroglyphics to me
We sat and we talked
Compared notes
Experiences
Common Friends
People stopped by
Some to say hi,
It didn’t interrupt
It was part of the flow
Time passed quickly
We refilled our cups
We talked and we chatted
Laughed and had fun.
We had to stop
Pressing obligations for both
We left with a buzz
Another meeting, another time.
There is a price to pay when you find your heart.
It’s been heavy for me
But worth every cent
I found my true core
Those two hours released it
It’s passion and hope
Dreams are alive
I see everything so clearly
I don’t really know if my experience is shared,
So much happened because of those two hours
Meeting again became its own issue.
I’m sad about that
I enjoyed the buzz
But I’ll always have the happiness I found at my core
All from two hours in a Starbucks.