a splash of milk and 1 sugar
the rain fell in deep choreography
with passion and without forgiveness.
we always joked about the way
it only poured when we were together.
only, falling in love with you felt
like snow behind closed curtains.
my eyes were blind until one morning
I awoke and out the window, smooth
atop the brown, dead lawn,
a blizzard built in silence.
not pounding for attention
or lighting up the sky, just a flutter
of dust from the cloud line. on
the biting days of winter I crave
a coffee, in memory of all our dates
and storms we've ducked through.
now the first winter's snow blankets
your new bed, and I've found myself alone
with 2 coffees, curdled milk, and no sugar.