In the cafe

 

In the cafe

Hold my hand,
Like nothing's changed, like we're still then.
And sit in a silence i can't forget.

Your fingers traced mine, slow and low,
like time was ours, with nowhere to go.
You never said much, but you didn’t need to—
your touch filled in what words couldn’t do.

The ash would fall, the coffee would cool,
and I’d pretend not to feel like a fool.
Because that small touch—so light, so true—
felt more like love than anything you’d do.

I miss that table, that quiet beat,
your leg brushing soft against my seat.
How close you felt when you weren't mine,
and how I made peace with the blurry line.

So come back, just once, let it all replay—
hold my hand in that same old way.
Let me forget what the ending meant,
and live in that moment,
Like it was content.

–Rachel Dcruz