My ice melting in the cup
The sugary creamy remains
of my latte sips
slowly up the straw
I watch him
The upturned table on the patio
filled with water from the rain
and he licks his fingers
and he sticks his face in the water
and drinks.
Oh to be be 4 again
Oh to know I
I am not alone
and she sees him finally
and I walk away knowing
I am
I am not alone
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