If we were having coffee right now… I would be drooling over your baby. Not literally, of course, because he is the one going through the spitting up milk and the drooling routine. We would keep a stack of bibs right on our table where our coffee would be sitting, taking care not to knock off our cups in our haste to wipe his mouth every time he does that.
I would be looking at all the pictures you took of his with various family members trying to decide who he looks like . We would talk of the wonder of a perfectly formed being and how he has changed your world.
If we were having coffee right now… we would talk of the excitement of our list swap, not so long ago. You would tell me of that lazy Sunday you got my message about the things we have always wanted to do. You would tell me how you snapped out of your reverie to start tapping away crazily on your phone to tell me all those. I would tell you how good it felt to be knowing that part of you.
I would tell you how I arrived at my list, and how surprised I had been when I wrote with abandon. There were things I thought I had let go of, years ago. There had been dreams I thought I had outgrown, but I wrote them down still. A few things startled me for I did not even know I had harboured a desire to do them. And then you would ask me wonderingly, what was the thing really stopping me from doing it all.
If we were having coffee right now… I would ask you to share your poetry that you have written in the past few days. I would tell you that I have been missing those impromptu poetic conversations and the way you sneakily quote from the masters and enjoy my discomfiture when you tell me that you did not write, what I have been praising so earnestly.
If we were having coffee right now…I would twirl my fingers around the coffee cup handle, run them around the rim and struggle to express my thanks to you for holding my hand through the difficult days I had. I would tell you that you are very intuitive when it comes to people you care for and the ripples that are created by our thoughts, no matter where they start, affect us all.
If we were having coffee right now… we would eagerly talk of our travel plans. You would pull out your notepad and read out the places you want both of us to visit together. We would talk of the experiences we are going to have, disregarding the logistics and our inability to even step out of our homes at times.
If we were having coffee right now… I would tell you that these coffee dates are my way of making up for lost time. I would brush aside your wondering about why we did not meet years before and how it is that a twist of fate brought us together in the most unlikeliest of ways. I would remind you of the time we met first and your grudge that we could not even sit together and talk. I would tell you that now that we are closer, we can be with each other more and talk more.