coffeehouse window seat. by Taryn Dixon

there are days I remember 

better than others. 

most of them are here, 

in this place,

                                    in this spot—

                                    with you.

late night chats 

over cups of overdressed coffee.

my hands shook from caffeine and sugar

                        or maybe it was from you.

the memories of us stay

imbedded in window panes

and coffee mugs. 

I’m still here

                                    in our place,

                                    in our spot—

                                                            without you.

I drink my coffee black now.

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Taryn Dixon is a graduate student at Southeastern Louisiana University and editorial assistant at Louisiana Literature Press.