I always loved the small, cozy cafés near the center of huge cities. How the time seems to stop as soon as you step inside. Everything, the smell, the friendly faces and the sound of chatter and monoton humming of the always-working coffee machines calm the nerves. The time spent here feels like an infusion. You can feel it in your veins, circulating. More and more of it.
On weekdays, one can see an incredible amount of people. Passing through, grabbing breakfast, a snack, or staying for lunch. Students sit by their tables, clutching their pens, concentrating. A lovely couple walks in the door, smiling, looking at each other with happiness and ave in their expressions. They order lattes and waffles, then they sit down near the window, but not gazing outside, just looking at each other. How very much in love they seem to be.
I look around. The sun is shining and I feel the warmth on my bare skin. I close my eyes and imagine I'm somewhere else. Someone else. But then I open them, still smiling. A light breeze carries the fresh smell of spring. The birds sing and everything seems to be perfect. Idyllic even.
I close my eyes again, taking in the sounds and smells around me. Now, I feel the baked goods that are put in the window just around the corner, in the adorable little bakery I checked out on my way. I feel the wind. The birds continue in their songs, I hear bikes rolling down the street, cars slightly honking in the distance. Everything is normal. Peaceful. The sun shines through my eyelids painting it in vivid orange, yellow and red.
Spring is coming. I can feel it in my heart. And with its beauty, it carries the hope for a better future, a life filled with love and success, improvement and peace. I can't help myself, I feel the butterflies inside my stomach. For the first time in forever, I feel the hope for change. A change that brings joy and excitement.
I look up to the bright blue sky. Above me the skyscrapers point toward unimaginable heights. Something fils my chest with warmth.
How fitting for my first love in a long time to be a city?
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
