Cold Coffee & Love


Cold mornings
and coffee
blending into
too many days, maybe
too few
opportunities
but it is not sadness
but hope
but dreams
that
direct the way.

It is the warmth of
what can be,
will be and;
eventually is.

Love.

With an eye set
on the horizon
ever
ever
ever looking outward.

Feeling inward
feeling love when
anything
is felt because that
that
that
that is how
to live.

Cold coffee
and lost mornings
but
not really
lost.

Misplaced,
barrowed and
to be
returned
one day
with
love.

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