i am about to knock on the door
when i hear the sounds from inside
i drop my bag
tears welling up in my eyesthe rose goes next
thrown in front of me to be stepped on
i hear your voice calling me
i don't turninstead
i leave youand whoever you decided
to make love with
YOU ARE READING
unspoken words and a cup of coffee
Poetryand the steam from the cup, rising up, up, and away