Instead of speaking
across the skin of her coffee.
the words unwanted
to an empty chair across
and closes her eyes,
sips her drink,
when nothing is said
and blots a last goodbye
on a napkin
from the counter.
the emotion… lovely ❤
Great poem 🙂
I like that. It’s like I’m watching her across the room, wondering exactly what she’s thinking.
I am terrible for people watching. I quite like arriving at places early so I can people-watch.
Parting is such caffeinated sorrow Carol…
This one reminds me of a black and white French film, Carol! I love the opening lines and can imagine that breath and the ripple on the coffee skin, and ‘blots a last goodbye on a napkin from the counter’ is a fabulous ending.
I ran out of words and went back so I could have that last line.
Crisp, emotive and succinct! ❤️
Thank you. Some of the poems I’ve been writing for my manuscript have been quite long so writing a few short poems is a good break to keep things interesting.
Nice lines: “and blots a last goodbye
on a napkin”
Thank you Frank.
A scene too often seen… the skin of her coffee is a great phrase to tell her how long she has waited.
Thank you Bjorn,
Sip of DEaTH
Breath of LiFE
BacK oF LiGHT..:)
That is a lonely cup to sip…
My coffee is getting a rather thick skin lately. might have to start blotting. loved this