There's something about
late nights
and secrets
Hunched excitedly over
quite too many cups of coffee
at an anonymous but
familiar diner.
A certain fervor to
Words tumbling
Overheard by a smiling waitress
who knows this excited story
too well.
Crumpled sugar packets and
Empty plastic creamers are
Evidence
of confessions
and soul searching.
Around they will go
again
like the
coffee stained ring
at the bottom of
the cup.
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