2 mugs at the thrift store,
setting a table of hope
cliche way possible,
I’ll buy two
just in case
there is a happy ending
for this strange girl that I know
The handle broke on one them
predictable thing that could happen
A writer just sat in front of me
I knew he looked familiar as soon as
he walked through the door.
He recognized me as well.
With a dispirited look and an outfit composed of
different shades of brown.
Dark brown vest, light brown shirt.
light brown jeans,
and light brown dockers.
White socks are the only contrasting aspect of his outfit.
That and the notepad he is holding
while keenly observing the other people in this starbucks.
Pen in hand and looking for inspiration.
I wonder if he knows
that he is currently my muse.
As he sips his coffee,
nothing is being written down on this notepad.
Perhaps I should stop
for a second,
and let him write.
I wonder where his thoughts are.
Are the people in this starbucks
to draw any inspiration from.
Something has already
been written down on his
On the first page.
From another day
It looks like a poem.
The sunset here is always a big event.
People wait patiently on the sand
for the day to be over.
If time did exist,
the sunset would be an alarm clock
waking everyone up to reality
that our days are counted
and this may be the last sunset.
The ocean is extremely glittery
and animated today.
The waves appear to be staying within
Moving in different directions
but not in a moody way,
but like a calm, crazy person
doing their best to come off as
doing its best to not create distraction
A feeling of future loneliness has
just hit me.
If I do leave tomorrow, I’m already
missing my mom.
But if she still wants to move to Newport,
the sadness wouldn’t be so strong.
Actually, I’m going to call my mom
just in case tomorrow,