Turkish coffee at 11pm

If we were having coffee, patiently still in the plastic red seats, and you said to me that you "couldnt see the sense in things", and life had taken that place inside your heart where the longing was lifted,

If we were having coffee, minds thick in the late night and eyes glazed from keeping them open too long, and you said to me that you couldn't find the words to say there wasn't any purpose, not even far away,

If we weren't having coffee, and I sipped alone, and I felt that empty cascade inside my ribcage, it'd be too late to say,

If we were having coffee, I'd be happy to be with you, and we'd still have hope and lots of it too, and dreams to chase and nature to see, and lots of reasons to make time for a coffee.