I Drink Coffee With Your Ghost

Yesterday I woke 

up alone; tomorrow I 

will wake up alone 

Tonight won’t be any 

different, really. 

Yesterday I missed 

the sound of your voice 

tomorrow I will miss 

the lack of it, 

probably. 

Tonight isn’t any 

different, really. 

Yesterday you said, 

“One day this will change.” 

Tomorrow, though, 

you’ll say it again 

and it’s not any different, 

really.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. I like the way you led me into the story in the poem. Funny how we miss people. Come a time where we forget them and must move on. I like the coffee part. Coffee is our friend always. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Ali Guerra]

so much coffee in my poetry ha. thanks :]