That Coffee Shop

Poetry by :Shakun Grover

Outside that dimly-lit coffee shop

He stood

waiting for me

while I ignored him,

coyly.

I stared at my phone

aimlessly

waiting for him

to come hither.

Such are first times?

I wonder.

I stole a glance at him

my heart pounding,

trying desperately

to hide my anxiety!

In that dimly-lit coffee shop

he held a constant gaze

I couldn't hold my eyes to his

for I would blink in that blaze.

Outside that flickeringly-lit coffee shop,

the coffee shop of comfort and quiet

We stood

after an evening of hushed giggles

and stares inadequate,

of casual poking

and entwined fingertips,

of my fingertips that tickled

to run through the little dent

on his cheek.

I stood

gulping down the fear

of him being

just another

almost-lover.

Miles away

from that lovely, small, barely-lit coffee shop

after a kiss on his cheek

and a hug so long,

walked away

my tall and handsome,

rekindling

my heart's fire

but not before

making a promise

of another beautiful evening

in that coffee shop of love and desire.