We know

We are different people,

In the way

We look,

The way we talk

And the way we carry ourselves,

But then

The aroma

Of brown nectar

Brought us together

On the wooden table,

Awaiting 

For our secrets

To be foretold as tales,

Over cups of nostalgia.

Sipping memories,

We created moments,

The warmth

Of emotions,

Spreading through our throats,

And in that moment

All that mattered was us,

After-all,

We were not too different,

A bit happy,

A bit despaired

A lot human

Slave to the time,

But we had captivated,

Our differences and time

Alike

With the cup of coffee,

Time stops

Over a coffee

And we know it!