You lift your cup of coffee and sip.
She gazes out the window, cup held lightly,
already half empty.
In time, words will be spoken.
The day will begin.
but for now, you are both silent.
This is how it began, with a cup of coffee,
and words tumbling each over,
a strange safety among strangers
the world around you disappearing,
a few moments turned hours,
until, both reluctant to leave, you did.
She turns and speaks. He voice low, with a touch of laughter,
and the moment returns,
a free for all of thoughts and ideas, strange and wonderful,
that same sense of safety,
that same reluctance to end, even knowing
you will return each day for more.