We had hearts drawn in frothing cream in our cups
We peered over the rim to see that we knew was already there
We mixed in imaginary sugars when we drank black
Just because we didn't want those hearts to look at us back
The mousse stuck to your lips, to me my mustache
We conversed and conversed until that question you asked
We cherished those seconds, right up until
Then we swallowed that silence, those hopes, like a pill
When we broke through we broke open, like the beans in our brew
Our true colors colliding like ink and coffee, stained menu
We mixed and mixed with our small coffee spoons
We kneaded sweaty palms for fear it might come soon
The moment we dread every time that we meet
The moment we pray for
So far, so close, just within two feet
We held one another goodbye--not ever really letting go
Two cups clinking, clanking, swaying to and fro
Spilling our contents to the cobblestones as we crack and pour
We haven't the courage to ask the barista for a taste or two more
So the moment lasts forever and ends so fast
We walk like we are empty--just foam and fractured china
Hoping this cup was not the last
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Running Out On Time - Poetry and Prose
PoetryA collection of poetry written after I graduated university and tried to define myself outside the degree I had studied and the small part of Massachusetts that I came from. Travel, self-discovery, love, lonliness, and everything else you can imagin...
