My Path
Early morning in the coffee shop,
Steam rises like ghosts in the last breath of night.
Baristas chatter, voices unrestrained,
No customers to impress, just me and my thoughts.
Last night’s gathering, sparse but hearty,
Laughter still echoes in my bones.
A decadence of stories and shared delights,
Yet absence lingered, a shadow on our feast.
Resilience brewed in the cups,
Warmth found in coldness.
Unexpected pleasure in the quiet,
Beauty in the reminiscences.
Finding joy where it lingers,
Inspiration when it comes.
In this morning’s steam and laughter,
I find a warmth that stays.
