You handed me a cup, too warm
“Oops,” you said, like it’s just norm
“That’s not my mug,” I half-believed
But your smile said, “Don’t make me leave”
That’s not my mug, but it feels right
Fingers brushing, mid-day light
You sipped from mine, no second thought
Like closeness we forgot we sought
Your laugh spilled out, I caught the sound
Like coffee steam that wraps around
You swap the spoons and change the side
But never once try hard to hide
You say it’s “just a silly cup”
But I know we both showed up