By Nanci Miguel

Take me back to those summer days

And our coffee dates

To those long nights

And our midnight fights

Back to sneaking out

Running from restless nights

Putting distance between reality

And out tender selves

Away from the mountainous pile of work

To just forget for a moment

With the warmth of the sun on our faces

And the caress of the fresh air combing our hair

With the smell of sea salt lingering in the air

Only to come crashing down from cloud 9

Slapped with responsibility

And obligations

And commitments

With the aroma of coffee beans

Reassuring it once existed