by Richard Vince
Sometimes, I remember the coffee
We didn’t drink, and wonder
What words we didn’t say over it.
I still remember vividly the you
Of a decade ago who so
Enthralled the me I was then.
The omnipresent smile, the
Joyful lilt of your voice, and
How I could hear both over the phone.
I also remember the plans we made
That were never realised, and
Your cold words in harsh black and white
That broke my fragile heart.
Would that one cup of coffee
Have brought me out of hiding
And made me say what I never could?
Would it have saved me from
Being exiled from your life?
I don’t think I really want
Those questions to be answered.
All I want to know is
How you are.
Posted on 05/22/2012
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 05/23/12 at 03:00 AM|
This really brought home to me how important coffee is in my life. We happen to have ran out today and none of my household made it to the store. We drink it and greet one another with grunts and hugs in the morning. We gather at the kitchen table at lunch with Scooter... Very important in my world. Thank you!
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/23/12 at 04:04 AM|
A hell of a good third stanza. Awesome write.
|Posted by LK Barrett on 05/23/12 at 01:12 PM|
A niely summed "what if" that resolves to the real desire to know. It is never disingenuous to hope the other person wonders, too. I like this write, thank you. lk
|Posted by Kris Mara on 05/27/12 at 02:39 PM|
a great testament to time and how we sometimes reflect on what was or might have been...and the realizations of our more mature selves...which only slightly takes away the heartache of the space and time in which we lived those memories... I love the personal feeling in this...you write it so honestly, which makes it so easy to relate to.