The hissing of the steam wand
The rain on the window
The harsh aroma of black coffee
The people; chattering, wanting, in a rush.
The rising steam from an espresso glass
The spills, the crumbs
The infinite distractions
The messy thoughts tangled in my head
The routine conversations
Yet somehow the world turns silent at the thought of you.
Stop being so amazing, kay?
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