Morning Coffee

The coffee trickles down my throat

and into my gullet

it stir’s last night’s emotions awake.

The cream in my coffee cup,

you are swirling the blackness away,

creating an illusion of division,

and unison in one taste.

I’ve awoken my thoughts of you,

with a night’s hour,

for the first time in weeks,

I dreamt of you.

Morning light seeps into my third story window,

lighting my bedside.

I am reminded of the world outside of here.

My loneliness has begun to consume my thoughts,

as if it is all I will ever have,

my own thoughts.

Repaired by a man,

broken by one,

the cycle is never ending,

so tragic love is.

No stream of consciousness is consecutive.

I’m only writing the words out as they come in their line,

like school children waiting,

unsure,

but ready for their turn.

All my heart wants,

is to be put on paper,

so all others can judge her,

or feel for her. 

Reviews

[Madeline]

This was really beautiful. I love, "stirs last night's emotions awake, " and "you are swirling the blackness away." Amazing imagery, and I can feel the sadness especially in the last half, invokes lots of emotion for me personally.