A coffee that will never leave...

A coffee that will never leave...

A Poem by Elise Anton
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I sat having a coffee with my soul-mate. A week later he was dead. I'd forgotten the cups on the balcony...

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The table on the balcony

two cups,

I stare. A coffee that will never leave,

I scream.

Never mind the tears

they come and mostly dry.

This cup, reminding

words unsaid, this pause -

the sunlight just so right, so wrong.

 

We loved the summer

now only one of us bathes in its heat,

the other shivering, otherworldly.

 

I should have kept

the cup half-drunk, the way you left it

but the optimist in me

spilled it out.

It sits, the dregs filling with thunder rain

and I sit across, talking as usual.

 

I feel your grin.

“Give up old girl, I ain't ever coming.”


The cup and I still keeping company

and knowing you are right.

© 2016 Elise Anton


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Tears leaked before i realized. Well i am an emotional fool, I guess it was to be expected. Words will not be enough to express what i want to. To bid one farewell is really tough, this i understand well. Truly touched my heart in more than one ways.

Posted 8 Years Ago


It's preeeetttyy.. very descriptive. *smiles* (: very nice.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Elise Anton

8 Years Ago

Thank you for taking the time to read :)
This is most sad poem I read for long time , you still didn't allow yourself to say Good Bye


Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Elise Anton

8 Years Ago

I haven't. Too many conversations left unfinished... Thank you for reading!
JMaster1

8 Years Ago

you are welcome

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Added on January 24, 2016
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Elise Anton
Elise Anton

Australia



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Hello from downunder! I am one of those people who can just sit and write. It's like breathing for me. I've never shared and never published. It was my thing, my escape, my therapy... I have two so.. more..

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