Thursday, September 10, 2009

a warm cup

I nod, looking at the way you hesitate to take my hand so near yours, I know you’re already gone.  I will make it easy for both of us, I tell myself I will forget the feel of your hands on my skin.  I will smile and tell you that I’m happy for you because that’s what I want to believe.  I will hope you will be back soon nor say that I wish I were going with you.  Instead, I will keep in mind that there is nothing between us anymore.  It’s just that this coffee is warm and I am so cold

1 comment:

  1. Well heat it up than! so much understanding in those lines.