Café

You make me smile like some kind of village idiot with oceans between us
Imagine the grin plastered on my face with nothing but 
a pair of coffees and a single slice of cheesecake 
sat right there in that space that separates our hands
I’m going to stutter 
be aware—
tears will roll like silver rivers and I won’t let go
Car to feet to bed to dinner, 
arm in arm
love on lips
teeth and tail
My heart quakes at the mere notion that in forty-eight days 
nothing but coffee 
will come between us

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