I look across
The cheap plastic table at you
Your eyes are fixated on an
Invisible heartbeat that belongs to the horizon
Somewhere far away
From the too-strong coffee that
Floats in tendrils of caffeine up to my face
The tears prick my eyes and I
Stare at your vacancy
So hard my eyes burn with how unreachable you are
Distanced by more than
Two cups of coffee and a crumbling raspberry muffin
I reach one hand across the table
Inch it like a world war soldier over two you
There are cracks running along the cold surface
And your hand lies in a fist on the linoleum
My fingers strain to touch your skin
But reality smacks me cold and hard in the face
And I quickly withdraw my hand from the
Sweet dream of you because
This coffee is too strong anyways