I used to drink coffee,
Latte ---
The one that blends with sugar
and with milk.
I never its taste
understood.
Now I drink straight,---
bitter, but somehow purer.
This new preference
yet, still, my old mind stirs
regularly: every Monday afternoon,
when I look over the business paper
of my fellow and his shoulder,
and my gaze softly falls upon
the same strange girl sitting patiently
in silence, waiting for someone I never allowed to know.