Moment

Hello, you.

Yes, you.

Sitting in this coffee shop,
your brow furrowed,
your fingertips on your laptop,
your mind trapped
between your work and a cup of Joe.

You come here often,
almost as much as I do.

You usually order a
tall
brewed
coffee
with one cream.

On other days, when you enter the doors
with
a wide grin
and
a heart full,
you get a large
soy
mocha.

You have a corner
(it used to be my
corner, until you came)
where you carry your
drink
and plug in
your laptop
your mouse
your headphones
your
stress.

Sometimes,
I notice you
notice me
noticing you
but only
for a second.

One
cursory
glance.

But while your eyes are on me
your thoughts are in
the words you type
the lights that dance on your screen
the cup you press
to your lips.

I often wonder
if we work for one man
and he destined
for us to be
coworkers
in this little

space.

Hoping the cups we drink
are ample substitutes
to the watercooler
he will not
pay for from a
million
miles away.

But your eyes flit to your computer,
always clouded with
unending deadlines
bills overdue
worries
of your success.

I know this because
my own screen pulses
with
dreams
desires
doubts.

I hope one day
you will look
up to see
me
raise my
cup
at you
with
a smile
and a silent
hello.

And I hope
on that day
you will
lean back
raise your
cup
and have a moment
with
me.

–

Image source: deviantart.com/srnnrgz/art/good-morning-coffee-291498599
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