They sit,
distraught on plaid cloth-
glaring idly.
Screaming of midnight shenanigans
that lasted until dawn-
of the nights we spent curled about
one another,
praying on the little warmth we could scavenge.
They gossip of the foolishness
that went on on top of them,
whispering in lightened tones
all the glorious details.
They cry as they watch us now,
drifting apart as the days wear on,
and they
thin.
Author notes
~Coffee stains that tell stories
A contest entry
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800 points, ended November 13, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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wow. this is really sad i love the imagery in this poem. it was storng, and your powerful words really made this poem emotional. beautiful metaphors. awesome write, thanks for the entry, keep penning
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