I should have kissed you in the coffee shop.
I wanted to and you wanted to, but the moment passed just like all our moments.
We were no longer the protagonists in “Same Time Next Year” like we once pretended we might be;
and there was too much time between that sunny room and this awkward cup of coffee.
I should have kissed you in the coffee shop, but I knew and you knew that a single kiss could turn our lives upside down and we were smarter now than we had been back then.
Our kiss was left on the rim of a coffee cup, at a Starbucks in a California town.
Sadly, as time and distance pass, I know I should have kissed you then.