Sometimes I'd like to go to my favorite
coffee shop to have a cup or two
thinking through my schedule for the day
and watching people come and go.
An older lady drinking tea
browsing a garden magazine
making plans to plant a new flower
under the kitchen window
right next to the table
her late husband built.
Sometimes I'd like to go to my favorite
coffee shop to have a bite or two
going through my hopes for the day
and seeing people fall in and out of love.
A college student reading
a romance book for an
upcoming literature class
taking notes as she goes
daydreaming about her
own love story of a sort.
Sometimes I'd like to go to my favorite
coffee shop to have a word or two
dancing through my feelings for the day
and hearing people give in and give up.
A young woman weeping
for the decision she made
for the little heartbeat in her
on this cold, rainy morning
not knowing how to move on
from this great, great agony.
You see... I memories, long and mourn with them
they seem to have nothing in common
yet they're so similar in so many ways
and I know that they're probably
from different moons.
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A/N: Hi, lovelies! I haven't posted a poem for quite a while and I love to write them and say something important with them, but lately, life has been a real ass and I don't feel good; good enough to write, that meant. I've updated a few of my Estonian stories, though, so that's good at least. A few days ago something outrageous happened in the USA and I know this topic is a little too raw to write about(while it shouldn't be and we can say and talk about what we feel), I still wanted to include my view of it in this piece. It's not all black and white and I feel for both sides, but it just seems one of those things that makes life hard again, not that it hasn't been hard enough with the virus and everything. I'm sorry if I'm rambling and if you ever wanna talk about it, my comments and inbox are always open for it, so do not hesitate.
In the meantime, I hope to share love and empathy with all of those who suffer in this, including myself because as a woman, this law is just heartbreaking for all of my American friends and I want to do everything in my power to be there for them, helping in whatever way I can.
Have a good rest of the day/week!
With love,
M.
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