To say “I miss you”
Bitter aftertaste upon my tongue
Lingering like morning coffee.
Speaking of coffee,
You never showed up
For that date three months ago.
My pride sits patiently by the window of that coffee shop.
….95 cups and counting….
The morning chill crept in through the windows last night
Into this awfully big house. Awfully barren. Awful.
Empty rooms mocking the lone resident.
Faceless picture frames giggling at the bleeding heart within.
I needed you,
But you never came for me.
Did you get my letters?
Did your answering machine mimic my desperation
…and spread it like wildfire in that apartment of yours?
A need to hear your voice,
Yet I’d have no taste for talking.
But just to hear your voice:
Nectar of the Gods to my soul.
Each poem spells your name.
Driven by the caffeinated veins within,
….I’ll get through to you one day….
You’re the only one
Who keeps me dancing.
Inspiration flowing through me,
It is magic.
Coffee shop dreaming.
Hearty laughter with my desires,
Shaming the thought of ‘reality.’
This is the life I’ve always wanted,