Cup of Cappuccino, Cup of Love

It was cold and the sun was hidden behind the clouds. No matter, it was evening and even the sun at a horizon would have disappeared amongst the tall buildings of Manhattan across the East River. The streets were filled with puddles and piled snow. The buses ran and the subway ran and I stood still on the sidewalk waiting for her.

How lonely it seems when she is not around. So there I was a bit chilled, yet eager waiting for her to come up the stairs. Which stairs? Now that was a question that I had no answer to. So I stood there in the middle, waiting for her.

But, this isn't about the wait, the walk and the hands that were holding each other. It's about a brief stop before we parted for the day. It was a cup of cappuccino she drank and few sips I stole.

Not that I haven't had any cappuccino before, well when I could drink it without being sick because of the milk and coffee, but I still can sometimes. There was something that was there when I took that first sip. That coffee, the froth and the sprinkle of cinnamon that floated on top like feathers lifted by the air, the air that was froth of the milk that swished below as the cup turned sideways for every sip she took.

I could have stayed there the whole night watching her sip from the brown paper cup. Slowly as her lips touched the froth. The way her eyes matched the cinnamon that floated on the cloud of milk made me just lose my self in her and that cup of cappuccino. The moment, in slow motion. May be it was the cinnamon acting as an aphrodisiac, but it doesn't really, not like sandalwood.

Yet, I lost my self in her embrace that she projected with all her love through the space that existed between because the chair would not let me get any closer. The sudden thud of the stool knocked behind her by a kid didn't matter, nor the cold wind that blew in as the father of the children opened the door. I was lost at the exact place I wanted to be in.

The door, opened and the sweet pastries drifted away as we walked out. Her still with her brown eyes, slowly sipping on the cappuccino. Through the slushy streets and the cold wind, toward the train station. All in slow motion, a moment to last a life time I my eyes. Time only sped up when she stood on the platform and I stood on mine. Her taking her home and mine towards mine, two of us, in two directions. But, my heart stayed there with her sipping on the cup of cappuccino.