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[onlyonetree]

coffee

My kisses did not wake you,
so here I sit, downstairs, alone, although you said
you wanted to wake early.
I made the coffee.  It is cooling
on its plate.  After all, I will not drink it.
What signal have I
that you still love me?  You cast me off, aloof,
during the day, but curl into me at night.
In your dreams, anyway, I am still whole.

If I were

Comments

[jouska]

Your writing has a beautiful cadence.

[kathyunguyen]

"What signal have I
that you still love me? You cast me off, aloof,
during the day, but curl into me at night.
In your dreams, anyway, I am still whole."

Love those lines, but even still, your poem rings so beautifully with a bit of melancholy. Enjoyed reading this!