Late Night Coffee

I miss the days when we made a pot of coffee late at night 

It didn’t matter when we went to sleep (or when we woke)

We sat in the kitchen 

smoking cigarettes flicking our ashes into saucers 

You doodled inside matchbooks and I struggled to define myself

Until the caffeine forfeited to tiredness.  

And we retired to our beds with thrift store sheets and flat pillows. 

Did we know how free we were back then?

I do now

That is why I sit here wishing I could make a pot of coffee at night.