Black Coffee

It was the same cafe,

or so she thought;

the smiling face at the counter,

guiding everyone about

every cup billed for,

recommending just the right one,

scoring more smiles

from the kind old coffee lovers,

a nod from the new ones,

and an occasional "thank you".

It was all the same

or so she thought

till he read her thoughts,

knew how she sheltered

her pain within the coffee

and sipped on,

ignoring the black coffee

she so hated,

but upgraded her taste still.

Written for The Sunday Whirl , OSI , Sunday Scribblings
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