Residual

This morning I recalled your face
in a setting I'd taken for granted
You, peering through the glass at me,
hands overwhelmed with coffee and pastries
Your gifts in the morning
Then how I'd look over to see you
waiting patiently for me
with the warmest smile I'd ever known
It was enough to make me forget
how much that place burdened me,
because with you I was empowered
And even now,
though sometimes I worry
the distance leaves me powerless,
the residual remains ensure
I can't be swayed