Scuffed wooden floors And warm 80's music A song I haven’t remembered in years Now envelops me Makes me warm as the cup of steaming earl gray That the lady orders at the front of the line. I stick a straw into my coffee – “Medium, iced, raspberry mocha latte please,” Filled to the brim with caffeine. It spills from the top of the lid, Drips down the plastic cup Like giggles that escape during a lesson Sweet as the chime of laughter at our table No longer bitter.
i wrote a poem about the feeling of belonging. and coffee, because i'm a caffeine addict. it takes place in a coffee shop that i visit often. i hope you enjoy ♡
