Decaf Emotions
I remember when mornings meant coffee,
photographic caffeinated displays
Kind of silly really if you think about it,
but it meant so very much to me
I can still hear it dripping,
smell the aroma wafting through the office,
feel the anticipation building inside,
but that is all the remains, where once
A daily greeting, no touching, no voices,
simple written wishes brought about a smile
Allowing my day to begin with happiness,
knowing someone (you) were thinking about me
Now all I find is a blank screen,
electronically flickering on my frowning face
Like a cold cup of sorrow filled to the brim,
brewed in empty pots of decaf emotions
Vacant, staring…unlike the words
I rehearse each lonely evening (just in case)
For my dreams still pour of only you,
spilling from the dark roasted cracks in my heart
I remember when mornings meant coffee…
now all I find are grounds for sadness
Written for the Wake Up With Coffee Or Tea Contest – poetry contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
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