Stale Coffee

If we were having coffee, we would probably be catching up. Staring at each other, letting the awkwardness fill the silence. We’ll think about something new to do or maybe plan another adventure, somewhere we haven’t been to.

If we were having coffee, maybe we’d be out of town. We’d be driving far far away from the city to catch a good view. It would be by the mountain, by the lake or even by the beach. It wouldn’t really matter as long as I’m with you.

If we were having coffee, I’d spill my coffee on you. Then I’d order another cup, and spill that on you too. But if we were having booze, that would be better too. I’d slap your face while telling you I like you.

I wish we had coffee. Then maybe, just maybe, it would be a different story.

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