“Listen, coffee says wake up. And of course, you do mostly because you listen to anything warm and soft. Like his mouth reciting words from today’s paper. Like the faint whispers of the wind against your cheeks. Look, there can be a story that starts quietly. Mostly filled with empty spaces. A sigh here and there. A subtle glance across the table. Listen, coffee says remember this moment. And of course, you do mostly because of the mocha-colored rings staining the table. But also because how on earth could you forget. Muscle memory, you say. Look, there is nothing poetic about it, but still you see the dances in the hazelnut cream and the future in his laugh lines. You still feel the heat from the sun and the love from his hands. You still hear the lullabies in the way the spoon hits the mug and maybe it is sort of poetic. Listen, coffee says stay. And of course, you do mostly because he glances and smiles at you like he knows something about you that you don’t. Like he is remembering this moment too.”
— (NJ.) // mocha eyes & rich hearts
