Offer me a seat,
an extra cup of Spanish latte,
a ride home at sunset.
Tell me how people live with longing
without letting it consume
every soft thing left in them.
How do you carry
first world problems
while still believing
in second chances?
Teach me how to keep memories
without living inside them,
because some people never really leave,
they linger in warm coffee,
familiar roads,
and sunsets
that take too long to disappear.
©️Amsterdam 05.24.26
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