His Only MistakeA Poem by Molly GarnetOne drop of coffee slips down the
side of the mug as I take a sip I would say it mirrors my own
cheek If I were crying, that is But I’m not It’s nothing more than a single
drop of coffee That mug is one of his He brought it here one morning
and never thought to take it back And so it collected dust with my
mugs And I never noticed He is the nicest boy I’ve ever
known The closest thing to perfect I’ve
ever known Handsome and charming and loving
but never pushy He had to leave I don’t take kindly to kindness And he learned time and time
again that no matter How beautiful my eyes were And how much he loved me I’d never believe a word of it If only receiving love were as
simple as giving it I broke his heart Because he deserves someone Who will blush and say “thank
you” Every so sweetly To words of beautiful eyes and
love My days with him were the best of
my life And I’m hopelessly in love with
him His only mistake Was falling for a cynic like me. © 2014 Molly GarnetReviews
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