there you are
leaning to the side
a strand of dark hair
falling carelessly
across your cheek
your chin resting
on the index finger
of your left hand
the cup of cappuccino
the foam undisturbed just yet
raised halfway
to your parted lips
and the look
in your curious eyes
as if contemplating
what to say
as if anything else
dear heart
but this
is needed
by me