Just a Cup of Coffee

Some days, it catches you breathless.

The missing.

The longing to know them now.

The desire to share your life today with them.

The wish to be able to just sit down at the coffee shop together and chat... 


There’s so much going on right now

So much good

So much growth

That I wish I could share

I wish we could look across a table at one another

And I could hear him say how proud he is of me.

 

I wish I could hear him tell me

That he knew it all along

He knew I’d get to where I’m going

Or where I am right now.

I don’t even wish for the life we didn’t get to have

So much as I just wish for coffee

And an hour to smile at each other and tell of our separate journeys

Like old friends.

 


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  • commented 2017-11-07 09:01:28 -0800
    Beautiful. I have no other words because you have said them all.
  • commented 2017-11-06 11:20:12 -0800
    Thanks for sharing Don, yes, it’s often the daily rituals we miss that hurt so bad.
  • commented 2017-11-06 09:44:28 -0800
    I have that wish every day. I truly hate sitting in my livingroom in the morning and looking over to where Arlene would be sitting and seeing the empty seat. I miss having my coffee with her in the morning. Ironically, I am reading this in the very coffee shop where I was heading when I got a call from the hospital telling me that she had coded and did I want them to do CPR on the day she passed.
  • commented 2017-11-05 19:58:37 -0800
    Still wishing for the life we didn’t get to have….
  • commented 2017-11-05 11:17:50 -0800
    Yes, yes, yes! That’ exactly how I feel.

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