Sarah Coffee by S.W.Thompson

your name said “Sarah Coffee”
in my phone for at least
six months.
at this stage I can’t recall
if that was because our first date
was at a Peet’s,
or because Coffee Meets Bagel,
or because you have the most beautiful
coffee colored skin tone.
regardless, you are my coffee.
you wake me up.
you put a pep in my step.
I look forward to you every day.
like coffee,
I never want to give you up.

when I changed your name in my phone
I was devastated.
I loved seeing “Sarah Coffee”
pop up on my screen.

when I proposed to you
I considered suggesting we change our name to “Coffee”
once we got married.

when I wake up in the morning,
and make coffee,
I set aside a cup and just enough for you.

when I think about you,
or see your face,
or hear your voice,
I fall in love with you again
and again
and I’m so grateful I got to put
“Sarah Coffee” in my phone
one November evening.

so glad I get to spend so many evenings, and mornings, and moments,
with my “Sarah Coffee.”

I make up a lot of nicknames for you.
pet names, playful names, stupid games,
awful songs, quirky rituals,
ruined moments.
all of them are my way of loving you
in a way no one else has before
and never will again.

unique love like ours
is the love of silliness,
of awkward finger guns,
of passionate tackles,
of a perfect blend of you and me.

my phone used to say “Sarah Coffee.”
soon it will say “Sarah Thompson.”
I can’t wait.