coffee breaks
all the waiting over cups of coffee- black
And the lingering taste of caramel melting
In the heat, and even in the cold of this well-lighted place
The sweet kiss goodnight
Of not knowing when
The next time you will reach for my hand
Over paper table mats
And tiny puddles of ice water
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