04-23-2014, 07:50 AM
Coffee Cup
After you left I refilled the cup
you’d used for your coffee, I didn’t wash up.
I used it right handed, my lips touched the place
where your lips had been. I can still see your face.
Imagined I tasted your kiss on the rim,
my fingers touched places your fingers had been.
Caressing the handle, mouth sugary sweet,
I’m not going to wash it up until we meet.
Great job! This was a pleasant read, and I wouldn't worry about the cliche's, sometimes there's no other way, its very sentimental without being overly dramatic.
After you left I refilled the cup
you’d used for your coffee, I didn’t wash up.
I used it right handed, my lips touched the place
where your lips had been. I can still see your face.
Imagined I tasted your kiss on the rim,
my fingers touched places your fingers had been.
Caressing the handle, mouth sugary sweet,
I’m not going to wash it up until we meet.
Great job! This was a pleasant read, and I wouldn't worry about the cliche's, sometimes there's no other way, its very sentimental without being overly dramatic.