Saturday, November 12, 2011

Coffee in a lonely room

A whiff, a stir, a sip;
Taken without expression
when a smile would greet
the welcoming taste.

The weather outside, cold;
The people indoors, hidden;
The air around, filled
with the tingling of a moving spoon.

White is mixed with beige,
Two beings offering little resistance;
Unlike the stinging sensation
that rests in my chest.

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