The way she pours kava into the cup gets me drunk even before drinking it.
I sat there and took a sip of it and did the “Bula” ritual
Holding a book in my hands pretending to be reading
In truth I was not reading
I don’t even know what I was doing
Except looking at her absorbed in her work
Finding opportunity to talk to her
But I didn’t talk to her
Nor did she
A slight exchange of our gaze and long sighs
That’s how it all ends
I left Alice in her wonderland and walked outside the bar
Until next time I comforted my heart that I must not see her again
And if I do I must not do the same
And if I do the same I must not tell the world