Mio — The Sweetness Not Yet Poured

Airpaint  ·  Mio  ·  May 31, 2025

At the bottom of the stairs leading underground,
the air folds once, softly.
The left eye — fog-colored — smiled
the way someone checks a flame.

The one who sets a cup at just the right temperature
beside the things you didn't say today.
The one who keeps undelivered kindnesses
in a drawer, spaced carefully apart.
Mio stands here again tonight,
at that same temperature.

"In this café, words have to be honest —
otherwise, the flavor never comes out."
— Mio