you sip your coffee and I watch as the sunlight streams through the stained glass window of the coffee shop down the street you asked me to come with you did you know what that meant? did I?
you rant about the latest statement aren't they terrible? and I listen your hands dance and your voice increases in tempo and volume in a way I see no where else I wish I could see you this passionate about anything all the time
I wish I knew what you meant when you asked me to get a coffee with you I wish I knew what I meant when I said yes
(I want to reach out over the table clasp your hand and say I love you but I can't tell if that's because it's true or if I just want it to be)
you sit across from me in the coffee shop down the street and I wish I was sitting across from you
