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'Ciao'
'Salve!'
'Un caffe con latte per favore.'
'Un cornetto?'
'No, un caffe con latte.'
'Ah, un gelato!'
'No! Un caffe con latte!'
'Latte con zuchero?'
'Why you idiot! I'm asking for a coffee!'
'Scusa?'
'...'
Just started out with Italian. I'm really liking it.
Zee 4d
I met my younger self for coffee.
That morning.

Only I never liked the taste then.
Like I still don't like the taste today.

I sit across from a wide eyed girl.
Dressed like she was attending a funeral.
With big dreams to become.
Everything they never thought she could be.

Her smile filled with hope.
With a single question in her mind.
"Did we make it?"
She's too excited to stay still.

I sipped the tea I ordered.
While she is served hot coco.
That reminds her of better days.

She thinks she knows everything.
So it's hard to tell her she doesn't know enough.

Her smile I know hides.
A million secrets.
She puts on a good facade.

It would **** her if I told her.
All things they did.
The men she met.  

Yet if I told her we went to a theater in london.
With friends we never thought we'd find.
She'd scream out with glee.

But it's not my place.
To mess with time and space.
So I saved the good stuff as a secret.

All I whisper.
All I can say.
"We made it out alive."

She stares out of the window in disbelief.
Wanting to have heard much better news.
I take her hands in mine.
"Your better days are still to come.
We have so many more dreams than we did before."

She smiles through the disappointment.
As her phone begins to call.
We still keep our phones on silent.
Because we never liked the noise.
This poem is inspired by Jennae Cecelia's I met my younger self who is coming out with a book. Deep In My Feels.
I signed up for Duolingo again,
So when I grow old,
And I am weary of this mortal country,
I may take my aching bones,
To old Italy.
Where I will have coffee,
And read paper news,
That way the old game can't bother me.
Politics is too much. I pray for peaceful days.
Your fingerprints linger
on my coffee cup,
while the swirling latte foam
soothes me with each sip,
reminding me how much
you hold my mornings
together.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Coffee is life
Especially in the morning
Rest did not come find me last night
Instead I laid wide awake staring at the ceiling

Now exhaustion sits on my shoulder
Smirking and taunting me

So I pop a coffee sweet
Bitter alertness rolls over my tongue

But exhaustion returns, a sly fox
Dragging my eyelids down, stealing my strength

So I take another sweet
This one just as bitter as the last

The day crawls by and once again,
The wold is getting fuzzy…

Another one swallowed
And soon, I’ll need to buy a new supply
(As sleepless nights siphon from my soul, caffeine’s the tape that keeps me whole. At least just for the day)
Feep 6d
i sat down with my younger self for coffee.
she was dropped off, i drove myself.
she ordered a frappe, she was wearing a cat shirt with leggings
i ordered a a latte , hoodie and leggings.
not much changed
she shared how she re-met our dad, and how she was excited for the relationship. i held her hands and told her to cherish while she could.
she asked me if we got out of the relationship. i showed her our wedding band and pictures of kids and husband.
she told me she was proud of me. i hugged her hard.

i hope to continue to make her proud 🫰
Sweet bitterness is
Coffee with sugar, no cream
And my love for you.
I've never been the best
at making coffee.
I have a moment every now and then.
I pour, and I watch it swirl.
You don’t say much
you just sit and wait.
The liquid swirls,
not aware of the weight
of the world.

Hot, fresh,
Full of life
finally, the mug is filled,
and you take a sip
slow, deliberate.
I want to ask you,
but either way, I’ll never know.
Even if it’s the worst cup
you’ve ever had,
you’ll smile and say it’s good.
Either way,
I too will enjoy the space
shared between you and I,
and brew another ***
just for you.
Lilet Feb 7
Was it falling apart?
what is this question? what is falling apart?
Didn't know then.
Will never understand how two people just stop talking after spending years together.
How do people just fall apart from a friendship or a relationship?
But people do.
Laughing, observing, thinking, begging, crying, accepting.
It falls apart when you don't acknowledge.
It rips apart when you unintentionally intentionally hurt the person.
It falls apart when you want it to.
Yes, it was falling apart.
laughing, observing, thinking, begging, crying, accepting.
It did fall apart even before I knew.
Hey everyone, this is my first ever poem that I am going to publish on any platform.
I know it's not something great but would love feedback if any.
Thank you
Maria Feb 6
I want to go home so much!
I want to go to my open essence.
There’s coffee on the table. It’s undrunk.
And there’s my future, which is pure taintless.

I want to go home, to my place.
The time is ripe: my heart and soul are holed.
To hell with being along! I go home!
I am invisible. And here I am cold.
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