The tile is a shock
to my bare feet
and I seek refuge
on the bar stool.
To avoid you,
I stare at my hands
as they press
into the counter's edge.
My fingers are tired
of singing your praise,
of reaching for the comfort
of curves to find
indifference.
We are routine,
held together by habit
and cowardice,
more afraid of solitude
than this farce.
I can't find the words
to set us free.
Instead I mumble
my gratitude
when you pass me
steaming coffee
before walking out the door.
You don't even offer
your cheek to my lonely lips.
Author notes
Inspired by the Ani lyrics "my fingers are tired and my voice is too" from You Had Time. The poem somehow ended up the other lover's point of view.
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I quite like this piece I was just wondering in the last line if you put 'once more' at the end would it sound better to you? It feels like it would sound better to me. But I dunno this piece is a ye
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yes.
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Congratulations on the GOLD.
I write good, too.
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Very Golden. Very insightful. (have you been looking into my life?)
~We are routine,
held together by habit
and cowardice,
more afraid of solitude
than this farce.~~
This is so very true, in a lot of cases.
Joe
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This is great...shows you still have not lost anything when it comes to your writing...
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you dont even offer your cheek to my lonely lips ... oh how sad ... great great great prompt and i think you pulled it out!!!!
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