cappuccino

 
my cup of coffee sat cold and untouched
while you paced the living room
you said it's time we talked
 
I knew what was on your mind
what ate at your gut
I'd been waiting on it
the truth of the feeling;
to rise in your gullet  
 
you held it back for what felt like a lifetime
afraid the truth;  
would burn your tongue in the telling
and maybe it did
 
when it finally came;  
it burned me where I sat
it's over rang in my head
it thundered in my mind
 
I sat frozen with nothing to say
because I knew you were right
it'd been over for a long time now
 
neither of us with the guts;  
to face the world on our own
at this age, damn it at this age
we were so young and hopeful starting out
but that was twenty something years ago
 
we'd grown comfortable in our love
comfort is good for an old shoe
for passion not so much
 
your lust and mine
old reruns we'd seen too many times
had lost their magic
 
you say it's over with disbelief in your eyes
the deed is done
you know it when you peer into mine
and I gaze back with a look of relief
 
it's over