If we were having coffee right now…I would tell you of the lot of writing that I am doing these days. I would tell you of my renewed longing to write late into the night, the paper splattered with ink blots and the exhilaration of finding the right word.
If we were having coffee right now…I would tell you how much I wish to go for long walks with you again. I would remind you of all the walking around the park, looking at the tall trees shedding their leaves and talking of our aspirations and dreams. We would laugh at how we thought we could change the world all those long years ago.
If we were having coffee right now…I would ask you of the lovely place you are living in now. I would ask you to describe the summer picnics there and the feet deep snow and the long walks in the woods that are the route to solitude.
If we were having coffee right now…I would tell you of the power of little moments and how they catch me unawares. I would tell you of the joy in my heart when I see the unpruned rose bushes tumbling down from the walls and the little potted plants set out in a row on a windowsill. I would tell you of the small stones that I mark in my heart and sometimes set down on paper.
If we were having coffee right now…I would tell you of unrequited loves and the fulfilled wishes. I would want to talk of the things that makes our hearts beat wilder and faster. I would tell you to go chase your dreams again and find new paths to tread.
If we were having coffee right now…I would tell you of the snatches of songs I hear when I pass through the market. I would tell you how I like listening and imagining the emotions that are sung with abandon in languages I cannot understand.
If we were having coffee right now…We would agree that sitting across from each or walking side by side is much better than our phone conversations. You would then laughingly tell me that you have marked your calendar for the next coffee date.