Sips of coffee unfailingly paired with a hardback;
my mindless routine. Mindless at least
until the dull embers of conversations grew into
scattering profound flames.
Coffee in hand, book in hand,
I claim the last table in the back of the coffee shop.
Soft ripples run through the coffee
directly to the chair of lingering silence.
Silence embeds reminiscence.
Coffee now a movie screen, I see us.
No more than four feet, struggling to climb onto
the basketball-infested trampoline.
However, it's no longer a trampoline.
First jumps awake the poisonous snakes in the pit;
getting them out becomes our mission.
"The Dynamic Duo has Done it Again!" they said!
Success calls for biking to Jackie's;
we always loved their ice cream.
Taller than five feet; evolution is clear.
Disastrous makeup and horrendous hair
obviously paired with acne and braces.
Playdates turned into hangouts,
and hangouts became coffee shops.
No one likes junior high, but I did.
Because I had
They say good traditions never die,
and whoever "they" is happens to be right.
Coffee and books, laughter and tears:
the epitome of our last four years.
Caps in place, gowns ironed and zipped.
Suddenly, a fallen tear creates a glitch.
Diplomas in hand, all bags packed.
The ending of an era.
Three more tears shatter the screen,
coffee stares back at me.
"I can't lose you! You're my best friend!"
Anger takes a seat in the director's chair,
giving coffee the silent treatment.
Vision veers to the right;
my forgotten book.
The morphing cover becomes us,
but it says "The Story of Me."
Caffeine, glitching again;
or so I thought.
Flipping through the pages,
gazing at the memories;
they all made me who I am today.
Marble coffee table
Reading in the trees
Just to name a few.
Me and you, best friends through
good, bad, ugly, and beauty.
I wouldn't be me
if it weren't for you.
Inspiration, motivation, dedication;
it all came from you.
Front and center,
the Dynamic Duo;
because who would I be
the beauty in every cup of coffee,
the beloved protagonist in every story,
the serenity of a happy ending,
the inspiration of craftfully woven words,
and the love and joy of a coffee shop.
Using these and more to mold me into who I am
makes you the star of my story.
Loving, laughing, crying, and healing
all is easier because
I have you.
We are bonded by these memories,
these moments of life we share.
College and distances are temporary;
Forever is our love for
coffee each other.
Forever is our friendship.
And I look up and smile,
for what beautiful thoughts to have in the back of a coffee shop.