heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Sonder
I'm just a barista. Coffee-stained clothes and burnt hands are my accessories. A man sits in the corner our local café, alone at a two-seated table. He refuses to order anything, staring longingly at the window, clinging onto the hope that an imaginative lover would turn the corner. When he decides to leave, I’ll pour his black coffee. He’ll walk home, head low, and clumsily bump into an old friend.
By Mya Doerksen3 years ago in Poets
