Coffee Shop Confessions Poem by Brittany Flowers

And so you speak
Words flow like music
Of your lips
That sip from the edge
Of a styrofoam cup
And the imprint left
Lasts long enough
For you to change your mind
But you dont
Not this time
You whisper in one ear
Out the other it goes
I cant listen anymore
I cant hear the words
You speak
When captivated by the eyes
That speak of you better
“It will get better”
You tell me
I tell myself it wont
But oh, you’re right
Things come and go
Ebb and flow
And I thought
We would always be stagnant
But here it is:
A fork in the road
Hundreds of miles
And I’ll imagine your face
Next to mine at night
And I’ll imagine
The way your hands
Used to feel in mine
I’ll look back
One day
And think of that one saying
Of never wasting fresh tears
Over old griefs
One day
I’ll hope
To get that phone call
And we can pick up
Where we left off