An Espresso, Please

It had been a year since we’d seen each other last,
and of all places we decided to meet again at 
a coffee shop. 
A seemingly depressed (what did I know of psychology?) waitress asks
“What do you want?”
What do I want?
You ask as though it’s so simple.
I want to tell him he’s changed,
that the spark of his being had faded
and his skin had grown pale. 
I want to tell him how I’ve changed, too,
of all the unfortunate events that
unravelled with his absence.  
I want us to be the ‘April of last year’ us,
the star-crossed beings that encountered 
the most innocent form of skinny love. 
What do I want?
“I’ll have an espresso.” 

Reviews

[Green]

I love the twist on an innocent question that we hear so often. It's like the 'how are you' thing where people ask it and don't really want the real answer.