small coffee

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it was actually at a coffee shop

my waiting room was just my job

but even though my surroundings changed

one thing hadn't

you

you still walked into my hell

you still smiled

"small coffee, please."

you handed me a ten

"can i have your name?"

i picked up my sharpie

"michael."

i smiled

"i'll get that to you in just a minute.

michael."

you smiled again

what a beautiful smile

i handed you a coffee

and you walked out the door

and just like that

i was sitting in my waiting room hell

hoping my waiting will end

and soon enough

it did.

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