We walked, turning down the emptiest streets
with longest shadows; streets with few
cars to drown out halting words.
We sipped bad coffee from plastic cups…
it warmed my hands, but not my throat;
cold and trepidation reduced
my eloquence to a rasp.
You were as lovely and troubled as ever,
and with reluctant glances, your eyes said
‘This is not an ending, but not
the beginning you so long desired’.
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July 7th, 2007 at 4:51 pm
Is that about your coffee with AJ last night?
July 7th, 2007 at 4:58 pm
uh… sure.
July 27th, 2007 at 9:40 am
you write well
July 29th, 2007 at 2:16 pm
in the interest of accuracy. i had iced chocolate.
August 20th, 2008 at 5:12 pm
Iced chocolate or not, it is still a beautiful poem.