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Unrequited Love and Cold Coffee
Unrequited Love and Cold Coffee
I was going
to write that,
but you saved me
the trouble.
I'm feeling numb.
I've been
so alone
carrying this silence
for so long
I've forgotten
how to talk.
Cold coffee.
My sandwich
has gone stiff
just sitting
on the plate.
I was supposed
to eat it
to keep
my strength up.
But it's grown
into a sculpture
that represents
the thousand dreams
I've watched die.
Cut.
Dry.
Tired.
If it weren't
for flowers,
I would have stayed
in bed.
They needed me.
They can have all
of me later,
when I've tended them
long as I can.
I was going
to write that,
but you saved me
the trouble.
I'm feeling numb.
I've been
so alone
carrying this silence
for so long
I've forgotten
how to talk.
Cold coffee.
My sandwich
has gone stiff
just sitting
on the plate.
I was supposed
to eat it
to keep
my strength up.
But it's grown
into a sculpture
that represents
the thousand dreams
I've watched die.
Cut.
Dry.
Tired.
If it weren't
for flowers,
I would have stayed
in bed.
They needed me.
They can have all
of me later,
when I've tended them
long as I can.
Published 14th Mar 2022
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14th Mar 2022 2:55pm
Well. This is easily the best thing that I have read today.
The grief, and the emotion that it carries throughout is absolutely palpable. It reads so beautifully when I read it out loud, which I tend to do with all the things that I read. Those line breaks are beautifully placed for maximum effect.
Thank you for sharing this. It's stunning :)
-M
The grief, and the emotion that it carries throughout is absolutely palpable. It reads so beautifully when I read it out loud, which I tend to do with all the things that I read. Those line breaks are beautifully placed for maximum effect.
Thank you for sharing this. It's stunning :)
-M
14th Mar 2022 6:37pm
15th Mar 2022 9:56pm
Your knack for drilling down into the most gnarled roots of emotional intensity will never stop being impressive. One of best reads I've come across in a long while.
I hope there was some freedom and catharsis in tending the flowers.... What a beautiful place to lay down the pen...
I feel fortunate to have come back to reread this one again and today.
🌹 B
I hope there was some freedom and catharsis in tending the flowers.... What a beautiful place to lay down the pen...
I feel fortunate to have come back to reread this one again and today.
🌹 B
15th Mar 2022 10:30pm
I can only give certain powers to certain people. I am incapable of giving the basis for my own self-worth away to anyone. That's the nature of personal responsibility.
Even if we abdicate the throne, we will forever then be hiding and dodging. Instead, this is where we face the music and write and perform the symphony of our lives.
I may be South Pacific, or else Oklahoma, or perhaps the new Cyrano, which I dearly love....I'm definitely a musical....or else The Grand Canyon Suite, or Carmina Burana.....
Or Tommy....the Wall...or Tom Waits....
Maybe I'm the veritable can that got kicked down the road or the improvisation of Steve Allen backing up Kerouac, or LeRoy White playing his drums...
In any case, I'm thunder in the trees and the warm buzz of insects in spring....my own sound. And if I'm the only one who heard it....someone did.
Even if we abdicate the throne, we will forever then be hiding and dodging. Instead, this is where we face the music and write and perform the symphony of our lives.
I may be South Pacific, or else Oklahoma, or perhaps the new Cyrano, which I dearly love....I'm definitely a musical....or else The Grand Canyon Suite, or Carmina Burana.....
Or Tommy....the Wall...or Tom Waits....
Maybe I'm the veritable can that got kicked down the road or the improvisation of Steve Allen backing up Kerouac, or LeRoy White playing his drums...
In any case, I'm thunder in the trees and the warm buzz of insects in spring....my own sound. And if I'm the only one who heard it....someone did.
