Our love began and ended over coffee

Tragedies and comedies told

Watching each dream

unfold

through a caffeinated kiss of steam

Our love began over coffee at a Greek coffee shop in Manhattan.  I looked across the table at this boy/man – like two or three puzzles that had gotten mixed up and he was trying to make old jigsaw pieces fit new pieces of his current life.  A child's wide eyes the color of espresso so I drank them in first.  I dismissed his cowboy mustache and shaved it off in my mind. We slouched into each other, two cups of hot brewed something keeping our hands from each other's.  I white knuckled my mug and sipped the brew that tasted like the beginning of a fir...

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