More than just coffee

A cup of hot mocha in my hands.
The aroma of the sweet coffee filled the air of my cubicle in the office.
I placed the tip of the cup onto my lips.
The sweet warm fluid gives me the calmness I need.
But not enough to make me think clearly.

Why am I still here? I wonder.
I wanna break free.
I wanna stay and have fun.
I am lost. As always...

I miss you.
Starbucks makes me think of you.
I remember you bringing me there to escape the hot weather.
I remember you setting up the laptop so that we can do our assignments.
I remember us sharing a drink while you plan for our next trip to collect all the stamps.

I wish to be with you.
But why am I still here? All alone.

I believe.
I will be there someday.
I will be there with you.
When that day comes,
We will once again enjoy a sweet drink,
Together.

I miss you...