Instead of speaking
she breathes
across the skin of her coffee.
Whispers,
the words unwanted
to an empty chair across
and closes her eyes,
sips her drink,
when nothing is said
in return
and blots a last goodbye
on a napkin
from the counter.
Instead of speaking
she breathes
across the skin of her coffee.
Whispers,
the words unwanted
to an empty chair across
and closes her eyes,
sips her drink,
when nothing is said
in return
and blots a last goodbye
on a napkin
from the counter.
Carol J Forrester 
beautiful!
Done that.
the emotion… lovely ❤
Great poem 🙂
So gorgeous.
Thank you.
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
Calling
Breath of LiFE
Loving
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