The coffee date - coffee stories
Wet towel on the bed, again
She had grown tired of telling him
Twenty years and counting
Some things never change
She thought irritably
Eighteen years had flown by
As their son grew
School, soccer, piano practices, work
Vacations, trips, little sicknesses, visitsFilled their lives to the brim and over
Now, kid in college ,
All that time
They did not spend together
Engrossed in their sons' upbringing
Stretched through empty evenings
To fill the yawning silence
In the house
Distance in their hearts
Empty-nesters was a scary thought
They would have to live with one another again
Could no longer hide behind schedules
Learn to be alone without a third presence
Learn to converse with one another, again
Renegotiate new routines
Stressing the question,
Whatever possessed him
To suggest meeting for coffee ?
Why not ? ,she shrugged
She got off work around four,anyway
Sent off a syllabic ok
Close to the meeting
She felt the butterflies of anticipation
She had forgotten
How this had been a weekly ritual
Before their son arrived
Coffee was actually pleasant
She had completely missed
His rekindled passion for gardening
Never thought he would find
Her new found interest in natural remedies, engaging
I could just about live with him, after all
She smiled to herself, bemused
As they left the cafe
--shubha
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