A Love Poem

Tear-stained eyes

Gentle caresses

To ease a broken, shattered heart

Something to sweeten your coffee, dear?

No, thank you.

We used to go for coffee

And now the dregs are gone

And I cannot find

The place where my heart once felt alive.

The memory defeats me.

It doesn't seem my heart ever beat -

But it did, I know it did.

Have hope...

Those simple, quiet nights gazing at the stars;

The days spent listening for skylarks far above.

So, yes, something to sweeten my coffee

To wash down the bittersweet taste

Of the memory

Of my stale love for you