Coffee

Coffee

Never
Too soon
To worry.
Always 
Making
Time to 
Hurry.
Take a
Break,
What 
Difference
Can ten
Minutes 
Make?
There I
Find
Mr. Divine,
Waiting in
Line.
Willing to
Take a
Risky
Chance,
I brace 
For the
Impact 
Of his
Glance.
We lift
Our cups
And drink.
Beautiful,
I think,
As he
Stands up
And walks
Away.
It goes 
Like this
Every 
Day.
I would
Like 
To say
Something
Witty,
To make
Him stay.
But I’m
Not so
Hasty,
And 
Instead, I
Order a
Cinnamon
Pastry.
Hard to
Guess,
But I
Might
Still win.
Tomorrow at
Ten-ten,
He’ll
Come
Again.