Richard Stirkly, Imael Angel - Sugar Spill

You came in late, hair still damp
Saved me a seat by the cracked window
Foam on your sleeve, receipt in the cup
You laugh so hard, still sweet on my hand
Dead battery buzz, then your smile cuts through
Sugar on the table and
I lean into you
Cafe days, cafe days, we break and we make
Cafe days, cafe days, your name in the case