They brought me coffee black and hot

They brought me coffee, black and hot,

two sugars—that's the only way.

I never told them, and I thought

about that all throughout the day.

Someone was paying close attention

to something I had said in passing.

A small and deliberate intention—

they noticed without asking.

The steam rose up and disappeared,

but what stayed was the thought:

someone saw me, made it clear,

brought me what I'd never sought.