Cold Coffee

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Empty spot by the window
Open hands
Wandering thought
The ins and outs of life
And cappuccinos
Why I cut my hair
When it grows long
I’ll try new habits
And call them rituals
Full of dreams and
New endeavors
But the seat next to me
Is no longer empty
It is full of you
Laughter and tears
Black coffee and
The smell of clean laundry
Pen marks I long
To capture on paper
To hold you
Just a moment or two longer
Or for one more sip
Of now cold coffee

-Em. O January 2018