of coffee and contemplation

By Daisy Dai

For a city that never sleeps
it sure is quiet at 6 am

You would not think a place so
lively would have quiet moments of solitude
—of coffee and contemplation—

You do

From the moment your smile
met mine, I knew you
would steal my heart

Sitting in that bar, the chatter
of strangers creating a safe
haven for us to share secrets
having a moment of shared realization:

Oh could this be something?

I will never really know
precisely how I managed to be so damn wooed
—so captivated by your charm—

the way you talked
the way you thought
the way you took
the time to truly

know me

PC: Kinga Howard