The coffee place

I wanna grow old
(Sometimes in my dreams
I see us, much older,
but still smiling, still laughing,
still meeting for coffee and wasting time
spending hours talking about men
and how much work sucks

We'll kick off our shoes
like the witches in a Roald Dahl novel
and relive the glory days
when we had no responsibilities
when we were young, free and happy
when the world was a much simpler place

Because that's what old friends do
they bring you back to the times when you just met
everything that is familiar about them reminds you of the past
that's why people love their old friends
the past always seems like a friendlier place
one that made you smile and laugh like children

And when we finally part at night,
when the streets are empty and we have to sleep
we won't need to hug, cause we're not the touchy type
but more because we know that we'll see each other again
for nothing makes us feel as complete
or brings us more joy, peace and happiness
then sitting at a coffee place and rotting away, together.)

with you.

I wasn't sure about posting this on DA because it won't mean anything to the people who read my poetry there. So this is for Charbs & Co (: I really have dreamt of us sitting at a coffee place, very Sex and the City-ish and like talking and shit. Spinelli's anybody? Anybody? Yes?