Another Sip

The frost on the windows scattered light like toys across the floor.

Crisp air scented with coffee wafted lazily through my morning routine.

Steam waves above my cup. Curling with playful intentions.

My gaze drifts from the thoughts in my mind as my eyes land upon the morning dew of your smile.

Beauty that is as fleeting as a shooting star but as eternal as the dark.

If the world were to know you as I do. The world would be better for it.

I sip my coffee. The taste sweet as your smile. My fingers gently rub my cup. A lamp with no genie.

Another sip. Your voice flowing as you prepare for the day. As I’m longing to return to our resting place.

I look into my empty cup.

How I wish these moments could last.

I would be dead to the world,

if it meant it could be just you and I.