Unfinished

[CdnReader]

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The coffee cups steam between them,
fingers touch inadvertently as they reach for the sugar.
“Have you been well?”
“How was your day?”
“Isn’t this crazy weather?”
The words that fill the void.

They sip and smile.
“How is your family?”
“Will you be busy next week?”
“Did you hear there’s a new film showing?”
Words exchanged between friends.

The coffee cups are empty now.
“I really must go.”
“Yes, me too.”
He helps her with her coat,
gently touches her hair.
A pause.

“Sweetheart, did you know that….?”
His voice trails off and he shakes his head,
then counts out coins for a tip.

She touches his sleeve.
“Darling, I wonder if….?”
She hesitates,
tucks a wisp of hair behind her ear,
sighs,
and puts on her gloves.

As they leave the café,
the waitress, with one quick motion,
sweeps their unspoken words from the table
like so many toast crumbs.

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[ampoule]

Oh my gosh, I love this! These lines especially. :)


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As they leave the café,
the waitress, with one quick motion,
sweeps their unspoken words from the table
like so many toast crumbs.

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cdn/21mar07
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[CdnReader]

Thanks, Amp! :)

[Sweets America]

Good God!!!
For some reason, this poem brought tears to my eyes!
I love it!! I love how it is described, and how true it is!! How sad too! How silences sometimes tell so much! Funny that I just wrote a poem about silences, and that I came to read this just after! The last lines are full of sorrow, and beautifully written. The image of the crumbs is perfect.:thumbs_up

[Pendragon]

Unfinished? Not the poem, I think. That power ending sends the reader back up the poem to see if there was something missed on the way down...

Pen

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[Sweets America]

Unfinished? Not the poem, I think. That power ending sends the reader back up the poem to see if there was something missed on the way down...

Pen

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I couldn't have said it better! This is exactly how the poem makes me feel.

[firefangled]

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The coffee cups steam between them,
fingers touch inadvertently as they reach for the sugar.
“Have you been well?”
“How was your day?”
“Isn’t this crazy weather?”
The words that fill the void.

They sip and smile.
“How is your family?”
“Will you be busy next week?”
“Did you hear there’s a new film showing?”
Words exchanged between friends.

The coffee cups are empty now.
“I really must go.”
“Yes, me too.”
He helps her with her coat,
gently touches her hair.
A pause.

“Sweetheart, did you know that….?”
His voice trails off and he shakes his head,
then counts out coins for a tip.

She touches his sleeve.
“Darling, I wonder if….?”
She hesitates,
tucks a wisp of hair behind her ear,
sighs,
and puts on her gloves.

As they leave the café,
the waitress, with one quick motion,
sweeps their unspoken words from the table
like so many toast crumbs.

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cdn/21mar07
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Cdn this is another gem. I agree with A. the last line tears me up. Excellent!

It reminds me of Paul Simon, ...and the dangling conversation, and the superficial sighs are the borders of our lives.

[CdnReader]

Thank you so much for all your kind words, Sweets, Pen, and Fire. You've made my day! :)