The breeze of air is tempting
I wonder how much love we could fit
Between a cup of coffee and a day’s routine
Maybe a walk along the beach
That’s more than an hour
The coffee and you should suffice
To make this morning perfect
Maybe the sound of Fairouz in the background
Could add to the rhythm of peace
Of this unusually quiet morning
You and me alone in the back of my head
And a quiet cup of morning coffee
And half an hour till that breeze of air reaches for your cheeks too
Wakes you up to demand your cup of coffee and me
I hold my phone in my hands, ready to text you
” I’m craving a cup of morning coffee with you”
The morning is no longer calm, and the sky is roaring
I curse their rude invasion of my dreams
I plug my ears with more dreams
Yet I fail
I swear to take an action.
I hold my phone up in the sky waiting for their next invasion to record
The world has to listen to a record of their insolence
And I think of a story.. I should make a story about the abnormality of my morning.
I wait ..
They have left
I get tired.
But it’s not me who makes the story.
I only record.
“I was craving a cup of morning coffee with you”