She sits at the kitchen table,

aimlessly stirring a lukewarm coffee cup,

her thoughts a thousand miles away.

Shading her eyes

against the sun’s glare,

as she gazes at the cobalt sea.

The figure running up the beach casts a shadow,

a spectre that evokes visions

of the distant kitchen table.

As he sprawls beside her,

she becomes conscious

that she hates cold coffee.