my coffee tastes a lot like
how late you were
the day
you decided
not to show up.
Your absence,
like the smoke of the cigarette
I never smoked
finding home
in the ash
that I threw away.
Darling, stay.
I rebel in your perfume
that I do not wear anymore
but the glass bottle
isn’t empty
yet.
And all the words
that you do not say
are noise.
I hear too much
and I say too much,
but it’s just
never enough.
I stopped listening to my music.
It is yours now.
I see the gibbous
but I’m looking at the crescent.
Sometimes all I think of is you.
The lines get blurry each day.
I pretend like I know the directions.
And I drown in all this caffeine.
I look at the time
you’re gone already
I drink my coffee
and walk away.
_darling, stay
