The Starbucks Poem -------------------------------------------
The sunlight beaming through the starbucks window
lightens the bitter coffee on my lips
since you’re no longer there to sweeten them for me
The warmth of the sun on my skin
Makes me reminisce about the warmth of your touch
I remember when the winter wasn’t so cold
And the summer so barren
A time when fertile thoughts
Brought blossoms of hope
And snowflakes fell on cheeks as light as cotton pillows
Thoughts of you were accompanied by visions of Cherry Blossoms Blooming
Now overtaken by a sea of Weeping Willows
The warmth of the sun mocks me
Laughs at my Lonely
Pokes its fingers in my side to erk me
As it swelters over this heart I now wear on my sleeve
Would it be too cliché to ask why you thought to leave
But that’s now me
Hackneyed thoughts is all I can conceive
Barren of reason to love. Live
If it were not for my starbucks coffee I’d probably stay in bed…
Though you’d haunt me in my dreams
And yet still that smothering aroma of fresh ground beans
The smooth taste of that first sip
Slips me back to our first kiss
Are you curse or gift
Bringing me so much comfort
Yet causing me to reminisce
I at once in pain, but also in bliss
What kind of torture is this
I wonder if you still make your morning trips to starbucks
I’ve always wished to bump into you one day
A quick glance over a brim
Revealing your eyes lookin back at me
I wonder what I would say
Would I relay my daily torment or just walk away
But you never show, truthfully I’ll probably never know what might happen if we met once again I just sip…
Enjoyin the bitter taste slightly lightened by the sun on my lips
Hi there Merry Meet as "they" say!
First visit I may say.
Well I like the poem and as I am still a rookie in this putting words together, I really enjoy this quality and am astonished at the pure play on the subject. Like my daughter Beulah, I am a huge Starbucks fan. Pity I have to go abroad to frequent the coffee shop – not available in South Africa yet – but when I get to the UK and Dubai I cant stay away.
Love this poem.
Love in pain should not be a pain but a reminder of the coffee sipping dawns. Will check you out some more. Beulah steered me here.
Blessed Be as “they” say! Jm.