Ordinary Touches

Beside me, her hands stir coffee with grace,

fingers curling softly, a familiar space.

A gesture so simple, yet layered in weight,

each movement a story, a gentle fate.

She sips with a smile, unaware of my gaze,

her life, a rhythm, in ordinary ways.

In the bustling café, where moments entwine,

these hands tell of life, where the mundane shines.