i sip my coffee, pages turn,
a quiet warmth for which i yearn,
or watch the smoke rise from a flame,
each curl a whisper of a name
books lie open, worlds invite,
the coffee wakes, the smoke ignites,
one steadies heartbeats slow and deep,
the other teases where shadows creep
choices float between the lines,
between the bitter and the signs,
yet both accompany the mind,
a comfort and a fire combined
so which i pick depends on mood,
the heart decides its solitude
