over a cup of filter coffee

When is it a good time to melt, mellow and
be irritated without a good reason
When the transition takes place
A life potential passes through
A missed encounter
A desire to cuddle
And be cosy is
Dissolved in a cup of filter copy
An argument is picked up
For nothing
To give vent to a missed encounter
Every month
Every time
The long shadow
In a wet morning
Reminds
The lost grip
Of an embrace of empathy
Intimacy
Full of
Assured but hazy
Meanings
Moments and
Meandering gazes
All over
This time
Every time
When periods of persuasion
Are passed
Through
Quietly
But actually not so quietly