By Alyssa Shanderson
He used to bring me hot coffee every late afternoon,
Because he knew my passion and writing
Kept me awake until the sun was up.
Dark roast, black,
He wrote a song with me in mind,
About my smile and
Laughter and habits.
He always addressed me by my full name,
But always used his last name because one day we spoke of
Wedding bells in New York City.
But the coffee's gone cold
The passion in my eyes faded
The music has stopped playing
And I cannot sing without an accompaniment.
His last name is only his
The wedding bells cracked
And New York is too far.
The day he told me he didn’t love me anymore
My tongue swelled up inside my mouth,
Preventing me from telling him
All I needed to in a plead
To make him stay.