Coffee Cup

March 06th, 1998 | Category: Poems

The long-awaited move
From a rut to a groove
Another session of passive aggression
Made the transition all too smooth

My decision had long been made
Far too long had I stayed
All of my frustration lost in the translation
Only a husk of the role I’d played

As she charged me, I didn’t look up
Hands clutched around my half-empty coffee cup
Feeling more affection in the swirling convection
I did my best not to interrupt

I don’t know what it means
So I’ll take it for what it seems
Looked deep in her eyes and realized
She’d given up on all of my dreams