True Love of Coffee

I was asked by an absolute stranger today,
in an inquiring tone and dominating request,
if I would believe as I do, if not having been wrong.

I thought, if I was right today,
could I foresee how I would live tomorrow,
or would I blindly fail to see things behind me?

So I asked, first of myself, then of the stranger,
would these simple questions be too complex,
or would it be easier to ignore the truth?

The stranger paused, with a slow, steady breathing,
with cool eyes and cautious reckoning,
and said, “I believe in asking the question”

Yet I did not hesitate, not even for a second,
my thought was fluid and free, nimble and agile,
as I whispered “if only I had a chance”

The stranger looked at me, with perplexed vision,
quietly pondering my statement and posture,
wondering if I had deeper meaning than they did.

I simply knew my thoughts were precise and accurate.
They were simple crossroads of thought and emotion,
perfectly detailed moments of a life I had loved.

“save nothing”would become the description of my life,
exact moments of expression no one else ever knew.,
yet defining every second as building something more.

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