The coffee shop looks full,
Between being asleep and awake,
Carrying their “good morning”
In lattes and warm coffee,
Trailing behind their dreams’ ghosts.
She seats next to me,
And not smiling she says:
“Why does this keep happening to me?”
I look at her, thinking that maybe she had a hard time waking up,
Because this morning we all had to honor the change of clock,
For daylight savings.
She points her finger, poking me,
And I seat back!
I realized I meet her yesterday,
And two days before,
And all the time before……
She’s the one that does all that nagging about my purpose,
About my strengths, weaknesses, my desires.
Scarred by another overdose of counsel,
I want to leave…
But I can’t!
We’re entangled in the same body.
It’s me and myself,
Seating together for the morning coffee.
This morning she talks to me about my out-of-whack expectations,
And she tells me to stop labeling things in extremes,
All or nothing, success or failure.
I smile, she’s right,
There is beauty is all kinds of imperfections
And in all the imperfect moments of our lives,
Like last night…..
When I was nothing but a clumsy oaf in the dance class.
Me and myself,
We struggle with our own thoughts,
But we listen to each other,
And it will always be this way.
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