hidden support

From the first sip, a love was born,

In a cozy café, one quiet morn.

@19dripscoffee, your coffee divine,

Immaculate brew, each cup, a sign.

To my supporters, a grateful cheer,

For every cup, year after year.

In your warmth, I find my space,

A cozy haven, a special place.

You'll never be replaced.

Some places arrive quietly.

Not with grand introductions

or memorable first impressions,

but through small returns.

A familiar door.

The soft hum of conversation.

The scent of coffee lingering in the air

long after the cup is empty.

I came first for the coffee,

but returned for something harder to name.

For the corner that waited patiently.

For afternoons that asked nothing of me.

For the comfort of being a familiar face

in a city where everything else felt new.

Outside, seasons changed.

Streets became familiar,

then unfamiliar once more.

Suitcases filled and emptied.

Maps unfolded and folded again.

Yet for a little while,

there was this place.

A harbour disguised as a coffee shop.

A warm light on winter mornings.

A pause between chapters.

A small certainty

in a season of becoming.

Perhaps that is why some places remain with us.

Not because we lived there forever,

but because they held us

for exactly as long as we needed.

And long after the final cup,

their warmth lingers still.