i take my coffee hot

“A hot latte, miss?”

“Yes, thank you”, i replied 

Enjoying the light buzz of the day:

People talking 

People humming 

People laughing and giggling 

All in this tiny coffee shop down the road from the apartment. 

I stare blankly at my latte, steam rising up to greet my face, 

the delicacy of the foam art that lightly rests on the surface, 

the perfect gradient of cream white fading to pale brown. 

I chuckle at the fact that

I used to prefer my drinks iced, never hot. 

But I guess things change, right?

Maybe, I've grown. 

Across from me, stood a young couple— 

They seem to be in their early stages of romance,

awkwardly waiting beside one another, 

hesitant in deciding where to sit,

still a little shy, and new at this thing called “Love”.

Somehow it reminded me of you,

the innocence of those memories,

And the Simplicity of it all— 

laughing about who gets the last piece of the chocolate cake.

But I guess things change, right? 

We grew up.

I don’t take my coffee iced,

We are no longer “Us”,

just You, and just Me. 

But I still wonder where you are from time to time–

whether or not you take your coffee cold, instead of hot,

and if by chance you do, is it because you’ve grown too? 

Or is it because maybe, just maybe,

it reminds you a little of me.