Tonight

You, me, and the coffee in between.
Tapping on the lid, I take another sip—
It’s getting colder now. The cream
Has dissolved, I know as I peep
through the slit. There’s a little left
Of this latte, but I sit it back down
Again. I know, once there’s nothing left
Between we’d go our separate ways.

Homecoming

I imagined a symphony, the electricity
In your touch that would invigorate
That very vitality inside me
I lost the day you left and I
Imagined us slow dancing, amidst
Our trembling hearts, with fear
And hope in both our hands.
But you came back just like a whisper
And then dissolved into the wind.

Crushed

They say that girls mature faster than boys.
That might be true, at least for me and you.
You were class head while I still had my toys,
I liked you then, despite your tough and cool.
Do you recall that one crushed paper ball
You warned me not to kick around the class?
My dear I was your crumpled paper ball
You chose to pick and straighten, then you asked:
“Will you be my stead?” confused I wore
Your novel sheepish gaze, waiting.
You took my stillness for another hour
Then left. I realize now, I left you hanging.
If I had known to stead meant together,
Then we might just— well, you might still be here.