Our love began and ended over coffee
Tragedies and comedies told
Watching each dream
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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