Posted in Coffee, Poetry, Prose

I’m Afraid, She Said

“I’m afraid”, she said

“Afraid of what your love has done
left me alone with my thoughts
that darken and become bitter
cold and unthinkable
lifeless, waiting to die….”

“We’ve just run out of coffee”, he said.

“That’s all….”



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