Two Cups of Coffee

[Ophi 258]

I brought two cups of coffee.

 

The cheap kind you always liked,

too sweet, too much milk,

the way you said real life was bitter enough.

 

You were already there when I arrived,

sitting on the grass beside the stone.

 

“Late again,” you said, glancing up.

“You never could wake up early.”

 

I gave a small laugh as I sat beside you.

“Some things never change.”

 

The wind moved gently through the trees above us,

and for a moment it almost felt like before,

like we were children again,

skipping stones by the river,

arguing about nothing,

promising we’d never drift apart.

 

You nudged my shoulder.

“So,” you said, tilting your head,

“you dragged me all the way out here.

What’s so important?”

 

I stared down at the grass between my hands.

 

“You remember when we were twelve?” I asked.

“When we swore we'd leave this place together?”

 

You laughed softly.

“Yeah. You said we'd see the whole world.”

 

I swallowed.

 

“There was something else I meant to say back then.”

 

You leaned back on your hands, watching me

with those same familiar eyes.

 

“You’re being weird today,” you said.

“Just say it.”

 

The words had lived in my chest for years,

growing heavier with every day I never spoke them.

 

“I loved you,” I said quietly.

“Not just as a friend. I… I always did.”

 

The wind slowed.

The world seemed to hold its breath.

 

You didn’t laugh.

 

Instead, you looked at me the way you used to,

soft, knowing, almost amused.

 

“Idiot,” you murmured.

 

My heart stopped.

 

“You think I didn’t know?”

 

I blinked at you.

“You… knew?”

 

You smiled then.

That same crooked smile I’d known since childhood.

 

“Took you long enough,” you said gently.

“I loved you too.”

 

The words shattered something inside me.

 

Years of silence, of missed chances,

of almosts and maybes,

all of it suddenly felt unbearably small.

 

“I wish I had told you sooner,” I whispered.

 

You didn’t answer right away.

 

Instead you reached out,

resting your shoulder against mine

like you had a thousand times before.

 

The warmth felt real.

 

“I know,” you said softly.

 

We sat there together for a long time.

 

The breeze rolled across the hill,

the grass whispering beneath it.

I told you everything I never had the courage to say,

about the way you laughed,

about how every road I walked

somehow reminded me of you.

 

You listened.

 

Just like always.

 

But when the wind came again,

stronger this time,

I felt the weight beside me grow lighter.

 

I turned my head.

 

You were still sitting there,

but the edges of you had begun to blur,

like smoke caught in sunlight.

 

“Hey,” I said quickly, reaching out.

“Don’t go yet.”

 

You smiled at me again.

 

But this time it was sad.

 

“I have to,” you said quietly.

 

My hand passed through your arm

like mist.

 

“No,” I whispered. “Stay. Please… just a little longer.”

 

The breeze carried through the trees.

 

Petals scattered across the grass.

 

And slowly,

so slowly it felt cruel,

you began to fade.

 

“I didn’t get enough time,” I choked.

 

Your voice came softer now,

like it was being carried somewhere far away.

 

“You had all the time in the world,” you said.

 

“I just… ran out.”

 

The wind lifted again.

 

And suddenly I was alone.

 

No warmth at my side.

 

No quiet breathing beside me.

 

Only the cold stone in front of me

with your name carved into it.

 

Two cups of coffee sat in the grass.

 

One untouched.

 

My chest folded in on itself as the truth settled back in,

heavy and merciless.

 

You were never really there.

 

Just my grief

desperate enough

to pretend you were.

 

I sat there long after the wind died.

 

Still talking to you.

 

Still waiting

for the breeze

to bring you back.

[KeiaTypeBeat 3277]

DAAAAAMN I slept on this my poor heart cant even this was rlly beautiful my dude 😭