Cafe and coffee talk

I've read and reread the 2 pieces in here, and they never cease to choke me up. The writing is magnificent, and i've literally been sitting in the exact same position in a coffee shop, across from the one that broke (and rebroke) my heart.

Truely wonderful :)
 
This morning i was sitting in the coffee shop right outside of work and there was a young couple having coffee, fingers fidgeting, small conversation and awkward eyes, and I just had to smile and think of this piece.
 
I re-read this a couple weeks ago, and it's still as moving and beautiful as I found it to be when I first gazed eyes on it. It's not to often that I find something still able to affect me the same way it did back when I was 17. You really are a gifted writer, and I thank you for sharing this.
 
Cafe and coffee talk...
Yeah I know I look tired.
It's work and uni and losing you
You know how it is.
One sugar, two sugar, three.
So anyway how are you?
Please don't say good
Say you made a mistake
Say you want me back
Say you love me

"I'm good."
Milk and creme and knowing how you like your coffee
Feels so comfortably wrong.
I have no right to know these things.
So is work still keeping you busy then?
Is uni still pinning you down?
Is she still fucking you hard?
"Yeah."
A cheery waitress oblivious to tension.
Breaking laughter from a raucous table.
People lost in their own little worlds.
So what else have you been up to?
don'tsayhernamedon'tsayhernamedon'tsayhername
"Not much. Emily and I went to Melbourne for the weekend."
Intense pressure on my chest.
A weight which makes it hard to breathe
Stir the coffee but don't look up.
"I met her sister. She's great."
My mouth so full of silence I do nothing
but curl my lips into a smile
and pretend it's what I want to hear.
Just fake it girl, just act it out
and don't forget to breathe.
I watch you relax and can't believe its been
Two years and you don't know me at all.
A cheeky grin and a conspiratal wink
"Tom told me you've got a new man."
A new man. So thats what they call it these days.
A careless fuck when I was missing you.
I hope I never see him again.

Yeah. I don't know where it's going though.
The pain of seeing life move on is so much stronger
Then the pain of seeing it stop.
Well I best be going.
I can't take much more.
Call me soon
But only if its to say you want me back
And I leave before you can hug me
In case I still fit perfectly in your arms.
I guess it's all about those lines between the words.
[ 04 April 2002: Message edited by: up all night ]

* than
 
Internal ghosts haunting the hallways, rats and ghosts in the pipes and a endless train ride during winter. Indeed a beautiful piece of poem.
 
I read this years ago and like another poster said... I connect with a new line every time I read this. Beautiful and oh, so relatable. The dialogue internal and external is brilliant.
 
I don't know if you'll even see this Y. I don't know why i didn't reply back when I first read it, but all these years later, it still hits me right in the solar plexus. <3
 
This is still one of my favourite places on the internet and E-girl was one of my first internet woman-cush due to her words❤️❤️❤️
 
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