Coffee ramblings
My coffee is cold now – the place is emptying. The music seems louder, and everyone is moving slower...and you are still there, watching me – waiting for me to put down my pen and look at you, and speak to you. Because you love to hold my gaze...and you long to hear my voice.
In the middle of all this busyness and noise, you are here. In the middle of banging plates, screeching coffee grinders, chatting friends, harassed waiters, mindless background music – you are here, and you embrace me.
You sit by me, watching me, waiting for me to speak – because you love to hear my voice.
A waitress pushes past me in a hurry, muttering something – a new couple take the table next to me – still your eyes are on me. A woman on my right lets out a big, joy-filled laugh – but you still look at me.
You watch, as I scribble my thoughts on paper, desperately seeking a word from you, and trying somehow to discover it in the random patterns of my own ramblings. And I look up, in some desperate bid to catch your gaze, but you are hidden from me, and my eyes meet those of another girl – drinking coffee, pen in her hand, scribbling down her thoughts. Is she seeking you too? And have we both seen something of you, in each other’s eyes?
Two desperate seekers, with few answers, and a growing list of questions.
Surely my highest calling is to be a seeker. To look for you in the ordinary places – on the train, outside the supermarket, by the sea, in coffee shops…
...to be able to see you in the eyes of the unknown stranger at the next table.
Is it possible that I could be fulfilling my highest potential just sitting here, drinking coffee, watching people, looking for you? “All else is meaningless compared to the joy of knowing you”. And how can I know you, if I don’t take the time to see you – everywhere, and in everyone?
My coffee is cold now – the place is emptying. The music seems louder, and everyone is moving slower…
...and you are still there, watching me – waiting for me to put down my pen and look at you, and speak to you.
Because you love to hold my gaze…
...and you long to hear my voice.
Tags: Life, Made me think
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