Meu Amor
A coffee-shop morning, a map on the wall, and a quiet decision that the where doesn't matter as much as the who.
A small narrative poem. The kind of moment you don’t realize is the whole point until later.
We didn’t sit at our usual spot
It was a brisk morning in the coffee shop
Our table seemed far from the patrons
But that’s our preference in these situations
Next to us, on the wall, was a map of the Earth
I pondered all the places that’d be worth
To explore, to live
Many places are transformative
I’d move someplace new, I thought
But without her, this life would be for naught
I wondered about where we’d go
Her wavelength was of a similar flow
She pointed “here, let’s move here, or at least pass through”
I smiled, “Meu amor, I’d go anywhere with you”
The whole world on the wall, and the only thing that mattered was sitting across the table. That’s how you know.
— JTC