by Carina D’Urso
A couch with cushions from my childhood
and piano notes: each melody is a warm smile
or a telling heartbeat
My home is a place where espresso fills the air
I smell it and it brings me back in time
Espresso is not a drink, but a blanket to be wrapped in
I could match that scent from miles away
It’s my childhood
I never drink espresso
I swim in it; it’s like dancing among the stars.
Now the foam in my own coffee is made of clouds
There is a corner in my mind that’s coated in coffee and saved for dreams
where my nostalgia and the future are engaged
a place where you recognize my smile in a crowded place
where every breath carries you to me
you could put my memories in your pocket, like change
they sing with your every step
and someday you might smell espresso
and think of me
