Last WeekA Poem by NautiliLast week we were talking of me moving in with you. You kidded me that I needed to learn how to make the coffee when I asked you to make me some. The very next day we imploded and the grounds spilled all over the granite countertop and the water ran every where, brown water streaming....steam puffing, oh what a mess.... I can't stop crying and my mascara leaves dark brown trails down my cheeks. Puffy red eyes that see the cracks in the glass. This week I am alone and my heart feels so very weak. I wish my heart was made of granite, too. © 2014 Nautili |
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