Excerpts from a warm cup...

I nod. Looking at the way you hesitate to take my hand,
resting so near yours,
I know you are already gone.
I will make it easy for both of us,
I tell myself I will forget the feel of your hands on my skin.
I will smile and tell you that I'm happy for you because thats
what you want to hear and that is what I want to believe.
I will not hope you will be back soon nor say that I wish I
were going with you.
Instead, I will keep in mind that there is nothing between us anymore.
Its just that the coffee is too warm, and I am so cold...