Connecting Over Coffee

I'd forgotten how good it felt
to connect with a friend over coffee.
It had been so long.
The room was filled with people
coming and going,
but we sat facing each other,
looking into each others eyes,
intent on listening to the other
in precious give and take...
an artform these days.

I got to enjoy your face,
your freckles,
your eyes that twinkled
as you talked.
There was a wistfulness,
vulnerability, trust
and the beauty of simply being.

The coffee was long gone
but the pouring out of hearts
continued on.

It was delightful.

Oh friend.
Thank you so much
for the delight of simply you.
I felt with you that I could be
simply me.
And that is quite a gift...
to be loved for who you are.

I will never forget
watching you with that
GREAT BIG bagel.
The latte's we enjoyed were grand.
The blueberry apricot scone
was delicious.

But you were the best part.
And with all the commotion
around us,
the in and out
and the noise
of people being people,
I hardly noticed.