Coffee


Coffee

Will always drink my coffee and think you’re doing the same. Will always drink my coffee in the mug you bestowed me. My prized possession. A cup of coffee. It might be nothing to some people, but it’s everything to me. That, and the card you gave me for my birthday. They can take everything else, I have those two and I don’t care.

Aria


In the cruel missing  where laughter and tears meet,
sing a song of despair
sing a song of agony
sing the aria of longing…

As the chords traveling to their neighboring keys, lost in the musical sea,
let the strings be your compass, and
guide you through the fog

Let the seasons change
the dust float in the wind
orange drizzling unto the coffee stained earth
grazing emerald fields

Regarding pink transparent clouds
I ponder your absence,
our plights,
the never ending colloquies,
and embraces astray by distance…

In the soul’s longing to be accord,
surround oneself in memories,
grasp the unwritten future
for it shall come anew

Under the transparent clouds
Above the mahogany earth, I shall be
in the drizzling withering orange florets
singing an aria for you.