there is a picture
of you
on my desk
your head
tilted slightly
to the right
your shoulders
hunched
as you lean
forward
hands under
your legs
your legs
crossed
that smile
in your eyes
on your lips
that always hinted
of a secret
you won’t share
a cup of coffee
growing cold
on the table
in front
of you
and me
somewhere just beyond
your gaze
wishing
you would always
be sitting
in front
of me