In a kinder universe, it would be time for you.
In a kinder universe, we would be preparing to marry.
Remember we once were amused at the thought of having coffee together?
Now when I taste the blonde and sweet coffee of my own making,
I jolt at the thought of all the perfectly balanced ones we have shared.
My coffees never compare to the ones you make.
Not even close.
Those are my days without you.
But we have had the time together.
Now I know the difference.
Thank the Universe.