I went to a café today.
I patiently waited in line.
I ordered two warm cups of coffee.
I took a sit, by myself.
My cold hands swerved
To one of the cups,
I took it and my grip placed it
On the other side of the table.
It was a cold evening.
The coffee was delicious.
It was warm and cozy,
Much like home.
And the other cup
Is for you.
You might not be here
But i have faith
That one day
You'll come.
- t.n.
