Coffee Shop Sessions

Tag: lost love

  • Summer Love Swept Away

    I spotted you amongst the masses there with only a moment to choose, I feared this was headed nowhere. Giving you a raised eye I slipped you a napkin with my number, figured this was a love you couldn’t deny. We filled our summer days gone by with dragonfly dreams. Our love left like beach…

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  • It’s All Okay [with audio]

    It was close to the time we arranged to meet here on our favorite park bench, the one that overlooked the town green. I sat with a view of passersby, taking a glance at my watch every once in a while. It was any moment now, the ripping away, the bandage stripping off. We didn’t…

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  • abandoned sea of flames

    My stomach starts to churn, it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you and your letter burns with an aching that quickly forms swells in the corner of my eye; I know this feeling all too well. My hand reaches for the source of the pounding, yet I question myself: Why did I stop…

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  • Show’s Over

    The production commenced with actors on stage portraying the love we once had- the grasp of her cheek, the look in her eyes, as he folded over himself to make her swoon his way. Amongst an empty crowd, the curtain’s now drawn, the actors have gone home, the final act is done, it’s time to…

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  • Undying Flame

    Images and words suddenly appear, words I’ve longed for hitting deep as they wrap around and envelop me,overwhelming yet satisfying. Since our last meeting your ghostly presence arrived in the oddest of places: romantic restaurants, quaint cafes, art galleries, long car drives, concert halls, walking in a park, every room of the house, and late…

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  • The Truth

    This poem is pulled from snippets of Esteban Rodriguez’s poem, El Rio. These snippets pulled together brought out a truth that spoke to me. Check out his poem in Non.PlusLit. ready to give up what they knew they’d never be aware what he believes in will not always remain and though you want to believe…

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  • Wildflowers Amongst Ruins

    Old ruins Forgotten and unkempt Discovered years later Remembering the days Preserving the magic While gardens bloom all around Let the wildflowers grow Where there once were none Let the magic be remembered For all and for one This poem, along with others, can be found in my book Coffee Shop Sessions II: Moving Mountains…

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  • We Don’t Talk About That

    Drifting thoughts of us strike during the long hours of the dayIt’s that time once againBut we won’t talk about it now We’ll say so much to fit inThe space between the silenceBut those days where we lit up the sky,We won’t talk about that now Fantasies creep inSome days, or most days,What we’ve done…

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  • Drove To See You

    I drove down to see youstood in your doorway unannouncedyou were there with anotherI again felt like an outsiderI didn’t belongafter I wrote you at lengthmany love songs My poems wrapped in a boxdelivered but only to be forgottenmy heart still in shockyou were going awaynever to be seen againuntil the month of Maywhen I…

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  • Mementos

    One by one counting memories: An old photograph of us at the beach, A sweater that won’t rid itself of your scent, Books and CDs that you lent, I’ve packed them away They won’t see another day I’ve packed the boxes, Made the plans, The rooms are empty But I am motionless Is it that…

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