of coffee and contemplation

By Daisy Dai

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

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, this person is pretty cool.

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

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