The coffee stains my glass as I sit and wait.
Not aware of my surroundings, even though in the faint distance,
I hear an ambulance.
For a slight moment, I wonder, who beckons the help.
I know, you are afraid.
Afraid of the future, letting go of the stability that
life has already granted you.
I think, "just let go", don't let the past slow down what you really want.
I stare into the distance, seeing a figure, excited that it may be you.
But as I focus, it is just a UPS man, delivering his usual packages.
What a life, I wonder. Day after day, nothing changes.
Revolving life around work.
Only inconsistancy is the weather.
Thinking in the morning, will it rain today?
Wheres that excitement?
Where is that plunge we want to take, yet held by the shackles of society.
We all want the big house with the flat screen tv's.
But is it worth it, to lose yourself in the monotony of the 9 to 5.
Would I be valued any higher for being a doctor? Or what about a lawyer?
Do the expensive shoes on my feet make me who I am.
My concentration has been broken up by the touch of your hand on my shoulder.
I smile, looking to see your hands filled. Papers and a cell phone, doubled by your cup of coffee.
I stand up to help, thinking,is this the life I would enjoy?
Hustling and bustling to barely get ahead of an the next individual.
Do our insides start to die, do we begin to forget about lust, romance and the longing to be in love.
I still feel the touch of another.
I want to hear the breath of my lover, when they are holding me close.
I want to celebrate that day, that marks the golden years.
Learning a new thing about you everyday. Waking up to a face I'd never be tired of seeing.
And I see you, talking about our morning and how you stress. How you wish you could take a vacation.
How you can no longer enjoy your lunch because you're always on the phone with a client.
I sigh and wish I knew what to say.
Wanting to tell you to throw it all away. Running away with me. To distant lands, backpacking in the back of the hills in Katmandu.
Chuckling, you down your coffee, leaving a kiss on my forehead.
As I'm left with just the stains in my coffee cup.