We sit
in a small,
empty,
coffee shop.
I listen intently
as he tells me
her dreams.
His eyes light up
at the mere
thought
of the future,
little stars suddenly
illuminating her pupils.
"It is wonderful
to be young,"
he tells me.
When I ask why,
he responds,
"Youth,
it is opportunity,
it is promise,
it's the beginning
of our empire."
I can't help but think,
how quaint it is
that the beginning
of our great
empire
might begin
in
an empty coffee shop,
as he tells me his dreams,
and hot chocolate
warms out fingertips.
But then,
I realize,
that the coffee shop
is not empty.
It is filled
with him.
His dreams.
His opportunities.
His promises of the future.
And the prospect
of our empire.
