Coffee Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

He is quiet and so am I,
Sipping tea with lemon, while he drinks his coffee.
Our silences speak volumes, yet our hearts sigh,
Longing for a connection that only we can see.
I sip tea with lemon, while he drinks his coffee

I watch him from the corner of my eye,
Observing the way he holds the mug, takes a sip.
His focused gaze, his brow furrowed in thought, oh, how I
Wish I could reach out and trace the lines on his lip.

But I remain silent, my tea growing cold,
As I savor the moments we share in this cafe.
His presence, a warmth that my heart can't unfold,
For I know my love for him is one-sided, day after day.

He is quiet and so am I, our worlds so close, yet apart,
Separated by an invisible wall that I cannot breach.
I sip my tea, wishing I could speak what's in my heart,
But the words remain trapped, a love I can never teach.

The steam rises, a delicate dance in the air,
As I wonder if he ever feels the same way too.
Is there a glimmer of hope, a chance for us to share?
Or is this unrequited love, a burden I must learn to subdue?

He is quiet and so am I, our lives intertwined,
I sip tea with lemon, while he drinks his coffee,
Yet the distance between us feels like an endless sea.
I'll continue to sip my tea, my feelings forever enshrined,
Hoping one day, he'll see the love that's always been in me.