Coffeeshop Charm

I’m staring at the Dutch Bros
Like I’m staring down a barrel,
I look over as if you were still here next to me,
Thinking of an iced Americano:
Summer drink in one hand,
Full-bodied coffee
Is all you demand.

I stare it down and will it to mean something-
That quaint little windmill building,
Stirring up twinges of impolite torment.

But I leave the parking lot un-caffeinated,
Some withdrawals are meant to be tolerated.
Some coffeehouse requests are not magic spells
To call a soul back to me;
But curses to summon
A longing not unlike torture.