Dali

I bet coffee tastes better
with you beside me–
even should we
sit in silence.

Your presence
fills me
like steam curling
off porcelain.

Stay.
Even when the words
run out.
Even when the world
folds in on itself.

Don’t use words like ‘if’.
Don’t you lace
what may come
with conditions.

There is no such thing
as coincidence–
only moments
catching up to
what was meant to be.