Thought.is

What if ten years from now,
I run into you in a cafe?
This time, would I ask you to stay?

And if I do,
would you?

The now tepid cup of coffee
released another whiff of its aroma,
hoping to lure her back.

The goosebumps on the back of your neck
where his lips once were.

What if, for once,
we choose from love
instead of choosing from fear?

But a part of you will always smell like he used to
because it doesn’t know how not to
because for a long time, you smelled just like that too.

Like you’re the bull’s eye,
And I’m a dart.
I almost hit you,
Almost, but not quite.
I miss you.