Swirling steam.
Coffee cups.
Long conversations,
Engaging the mouth, the mind,
And the racing hearts.

The best cold coffee I’ve ever had.

Late nights.
Every text a new page
Of your favourite book.
Silence has never been so poetic.
Science has faltered-

January has the shortest nights of the year.

Daring, caring, sharing, baring.
Time takes you for granted.
Or she, you.
And vice-versa.
A complete cycle.

Funny, rhyming can go this horribly wrong.

Routine conversation.
Warm drinks of coffee.
Absence doesn’t help
the heart grow fonder.
Sometimes,

I wish it were all in reverse.