We decide to go out and get some coffee.  A late night date just like old times.  We sit and drink our bitter coffees and play cards.  I absorb my surrounding…the nearby chatter of two young girls talking about their social lives, people sucked into their computers and cellphones, a couple studying together at the table across from us.  They all seem so distant from one another.  Communication lost in WiFi and text messages.  We play canasta and talk.  Joking with one another and sharing memories.  We reminisce.  After a few hands you grab the mugs and get us refills.  While you are at the counter I gaze out the window at the streetlights and soft rain.  I watch the people walk by with umbrellas and papers over their heads trying to block out the rain.  I giggle to myself enjoying their vanities.  I shuffle the deck and listen to the sound of the cards slapping against each other.  AsI deal out the cards you come back with the coffees.  I grab mine and go over to the sugar station.  I have to add the cinnamon, coco, and 6 packs of raw sugar.  They can’t make my favorite cup of coffee here but it’s alright.  I love these special times with you.  An hour or so passes and I win the game.  The employees are sweeping and counting the register drawer anticipating clocking out and going home.  It’s closing time.  We swallow down the last few sips of our coffees and push in our chairs.  As we step outside I can smell the rain.  We light up some cigarettes and decide to talk a walk.

It is lightly sprinkling and raindrops speckle my glasses.  The sidewalks reflect the streetlights and add a shimmery glow to the streets.  Downtown is quite.  We stroll hand in hand down the same streets we fell in love on.  Walking past the place we sat on that bright sunny day and read poetry to one another.   I always disliked this city but now as I get older I am appreciating it more.  Reliving our young love.  This place holds certain things that make it all come flooding back.  You hold my hand as we stroll along.  Telling me I am even more beautiful now then I was when we were younger.   The surroundings may have changed but our passion stays the same.  We spend some time just walking…no words spoken.  I listen to the sound of our footfalls on the wet cement.  Looking down I notice our shadows.  I remember you once saying how our shadows looked like they were meantfor each other.

As we walk back to the car we pass the spot where we had our first kiss.  I looks very different but so do we.  Time has changed us and the city.  But one thing remains the same…you and I.  These little moments together.  Simple things that make our lives complete.  Cards and coffee.  Night time walks and holding hands.  Love and simplicity.

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