He is not coming tonight, is he?
not today, maybe not ever.
you could sit here for a long time though. this place is famous for such waits. the folks at the counter won’t mind. they’ve seen castles being built lovingly, turrets and towers arranged with the greatest care, rooms designed, furnished, windows opened to let the fresh winds of young dreams blow in…
….and then, with a puff, blown away, like making ripples on hot coffee.
the coffee….leaves a bitter taste behind, tempered by the numbing sadness.
Don’t stay out too long now. Tomorrow won’t be easy to get through.
Tonight could still be saved.
would you like some more coffee?