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I’ve missed the light
Slanting through the window–
Sipping-coffee-kind-of-simple
Mornings with you
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vella6 days ago in Psyche
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The simple joys. Ahhhh! Great focus!
Awww, that yearning. I loved your poem! Hope you're doing well. You've been missing for quite some time
Wistfully painful yet treasured & good.
Beautiful, touching poem. The stuff in those cups isn't coffee, but... 😉
simple and sweet
Aw, Joelle. This is all kinds of romantic and plus cawfee. Well done on a fine fine poem!