Coffee Shop

Remember that corner table in gloria jeans, where we had coffee together 2 year, 1 month and 14 days ago at 3:09 pm? I go there every Saturday to have long conversations with you. We talk about everything from taste of coffee to feelings before dying, color of your dress to colorless lives of street beggers, black mole on lower left corner of your chin to the black holes. We have never been tired of these small meaningless talks since they are our only hope to push the cart of lives ahead, step by step, seamlessly in two opposite directions.
On our way back home, you place your head over my shoulder that provides me an assumption to feel the richest human on the planet. While I unlock the door, you stand on door steps yawning. Your teeth glow lively in the dark like an oyster in the pearl that no one gets to sieze. I find a stranded singular strand of your hair over my shoulder that I place in the crease of my shirt carefully. At this moment, I feel the luckiest person to have something of you that I never had to ask for.
We kiss each other passionately, make love in grey beds for hours, discover each and every curve of each other's bodies, tasting coffee flavor in each other's mouths, exhaling furiosly near each other's earlobes, bringing shivers inside backbones... A little after mid night, you fall asleep without noticing, I'm starting you. May be you don't care, may be you're used to it, may be I'm dreaming, who knows, who cares to know as long as we're aware of the fact that we two humans, being too close, yet miles apart, can't make one complete person.
By Sunday morning, you're gone, but your smell rules the room for week and my life for decades to come.
May be one day, I would find your note on coffee table, stating single world 'bye'. That'd be the last day I'd breath and depart to an unseen journey. May be someday, you'd walk into same coffee shop with your husband and opt for the same table, unintentionally. That day, even for a moment, as short as blink of an eye, you remember me, just smile for that is the most precious gift you bear, for that is what I have been longing for throughout my life, for that is what you're made for, for that is what's made for you, truly.