Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: lost love

  • What the Tide Left Behind

    I spotted you amongst the crowd so wide,with only a fleeting glance to spare—I feared this spark would not abide. A single brow I chose to flare,slipped a napkin, number scrawled,hoping you’d meet me somewhere. A love so bold, I was enthralled—our summer days felt like dragonfly dreams,in golden heat we laughed and sprawled. But…

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  • Say It Plain

    vacant eyes search for a signI could be magnetic and willing,but he doesn’t regard the ocean depths of me, the aching for more, for poetry–ah, the dreadful unwillingness to see.talks of our daily routines, the weather,adding comic relief and little simplicities–but he doesn’t observemy profound need for intimacy.to stand there in front of mesearching for…

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  • Buttoned Up To My Chin

    The chill of a winter breeze nips my cheeks. I suck in and blow out little breath clouds as I stride across cobblestone streets bathed in light. My bare thighs above my knee-highs ache for your touch, your warmth. I clutch my collar and rise my red coat buttoned up to my chin, not letting…

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  • Portrait of Disappointment

    Many thanks to the editors of Mid-Atlantic Review for publishing my poem, Portrait of Disappointment, as one of their featured poems. You can now listen to my reading of the poem below. after Joni Mitchell* after years of hoping things would change giving in to “well, that’s the way it is,” look me in the eyes…

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  • Meet Me By The Shore

    A sequel to Walking Down To The Lake There she is, a former glow that once filled a room the moment she granted it with her presence, a memory of what used to be. The frigid air blowing through the trees on this winter night reminds us that the warmth we used to know left us…

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  • Psychosis

    Pieces of you unearthin places we’ve been, laughs we’ve shared,all that clinged us together. I crave to tell you‘I miss you’but it’s been awhilesince we last spoke. These are only words,but we’re kidding ourselvesand everyone else; I feel the truth. You once promised to use me like you knew me. I still ache for those…

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  • Walking Down To The Lake

    The clock slowly ticks half past eight, with only a few beers consumed it’s not nearly enough to forget the night but enough for us to realize something here is not quite right. I gather my things, grab the leash for the dog and jet off for a walk down to the lake, breaking tension…

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  • Revolving Door

    He says, “you’ve been a great lover, opened up doors for me, been there when I needed you but I’m going to leave you, woman for I know you could do better than me” He picks up his suitcase, then he’s running out the door And that’s the way it is that’s the way it’ll…

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  • Refrain

    We loved but we were never lovers, not like the ones in old Hollywood movies who walk into each other’s lives and leave hoping we could have been more,for there was nothing more to this story that could have turned out differently. All that remains are brief moments of calling out your name now and…

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  • Start with ‘Hello’

    the daily pattern, clicking here and there, looking for an update,or something needed to say, but it’s gone too soon, like the fading of the day. there was too much to say, countless conversations stuck in my head, all I’ve needed to say. talks about the books read, or music heard, how the day has…

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