Teacups

Hey.

How are you?

I'm great, what about you?

Shall we talk about how times have changed;

Or of how crazy work's been of late?

How long do we continue this banter?

Like pebbles skipping across the surface our lives

Both of us wishing, yet knowing

That we won't be dipping past the surface today.

Because real conversation doesn't happen

In fancy cafés or loud pubs.

They rise as bubbles from their depths

On nights spent camping 

Under starry skies,

Or when the are lights are off and the world is quiet and cold

But the four walls around you are kept warm

By the whispering of words to shy to peek out in daylight

Sometimes on long drives back home

When the destination is assured

And the journey is a pocket of time

Dissociated from the mundane

The conversations that live in 3 am texts

Born of just the right proportion

Of alcohol and loneliness-

Those are the conversations that take a life of their own

That all the noise the world will make cannot obscure.

But we'll give this Café a chance, just like every other,

So take your time, tell me how you've been,

I like my tea cold anyway.