COFFEE SHOP POEM

COFFEE SHOP POEM


Another Sunday early evening has arrived.

You, you are gone abroad,
I sit all alone at Starbucks and drink a coffee.
Instead of us sharing our diner,
I write about missing you.

The notion how absence makes
The heart grow fonder is nonsense,
No more than a hill of beans in my book!

I am no fonder of you than I was
Ten minutes ago at the start of this poem.
I am no fonder of you than I was yesterday,
Than I was last week, than I was
Three weeks ago before you had departed
on your business trip.

Tonight I am simply sad.
I am very lonely.
I feel terrible without you.