Sit in close darkness
Alone with your last warm words
My heart still beating


Spilled coffee (poem)

We watch and listen
Gleaning words
Snippets and inspiration served:
The texture of a coffee cup,
The smell of pastries when the oven’s turned up,
Whats the reason for her tears?
An older woman reads and sneers,
Victorian strong man in chequered shirt,
The boyfriend’s shoes are quite absurd.
Then the emails start to ping,
Is there nowhere to escape and think?