A Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

there are days when I forget

how you left me wilting in the rain -

a doll in wet stockings outside that café on Left Street

that served the World’s Best Coffee


we both knew it tasted bitter,

as we skimmed the surface with our spoons

and relegated the grounds to cheap white napkins

(skim - tap - skim - tap - silence - skim - tap)


but we sipped anyway, even asked for refills,

because there was always a table by the window,

and we could watch kids dodging raindrops in the park,

instead of straining words from lost mouths


there are days when I forget,

how you were just like that sharp coffee -

a supposed-to-be that required tools and imagination

to hit my tongue with some semblance of satisfaction


but today I remember,

and the weak tea inside this oversized cup

tastes curiously of spiced freedom

© 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

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amazing the memories we are left with

Posted 4 Years Ago

orange pekoe tea lept to mind and senses reading your closing line .. i was there sip tapping with your speaker from start to finish .. i am thinking he thought himself much more important than to be so easily moved on from .. love your metaphors ..

Posted 5 Years Ago

Once again, you entice the reader into a world you have created that is believable, emotional, and full of noise that remains long after an initial reading. Well done.

Posted 5 Years Ago

Well expressed emotions on love of the past.

Posted 6 Years Ago

You express yourself so well Sarah. I write a lot about memories and feelings but just can't seem to grasp the true giving of feelings as you do. Each time I read something of yours I learn something new. Your an amazing writer and I love how you manage to project such raw emotion and feelings into your pieces.


Posted 6 Years Ago

I love the nostalgia in this one. Looking back on memories is something I do frequently to write and it's really cool to read something by someone who does the same... especially when they do it so flawlessly. I really enjoy reading your work.

Posted 6 Years Ago

Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

6 Years Ago

I truly appreciate your words, Robert. I'm humbled that you enjoy my musings.
It's funny how the voice gets trapped within, but the words are clearly known by both parties involved. Sometimes, it's hard to find the words to say what we already know; and years later, the memory still lingers. Very nice!

Posted 6 Years Ago

Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

6 Years Ago

So true... Thank you!
I have liked every poem that I have read of yours so far...thank you for making something so personal making so universal! :)

Posted 6 Years Ago

It is funny what we remember when we think back on old relationships...wilting in the rain, the bitter taste left....

As always I am in awe of your talent, captivated by your wording. Another amazing poem.

:) Julie

Posted 6 Years Ago

Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

6 Years Ago

Thank you so much, Julie!
great imagery, nice descriptions. got a real sense of being there and having a cup myself, great mental work here. good job

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Girl Friday (Sarah W.)
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