To a Friend

Let's share a coffee someday
Ideally in a quaint little town
Where faces will be just faces
Words merely passing.
They will not bring back death
Of everything once held close.

Let's find a favourite corner
By a small little window that
Neither brings light or hope
And share a coffee.
Coffee that tastes of your numbness
A little salty, to be honest.

I will not ask. You don't have to say.
In between cappuccinos and insignias
Not much will be left anyway
The pain will however be more human
Not bearable. Just human.
With eyes and ears and nose and tongue
And a coffee in her hand.
Your pain will be sitting right across you
Holding a cup of coffee in her hand.