December 8th

We met on a chilly Tuesday morning at Jake's.
You ordered your usual coffee and a muffin
And I, as usual, was very late.

Your eyes fresh as the morning dew in my Island.
Your smile as welcoming as its sea breeze.
Your words beating like drums.

That morning turned into days and days into nights.
You warmed my winter with morning coffee
And now, sometimes, you're also late.

Reviews

[PhoenixDown]

Leaves me thinking about how we all can wear different masks or play different roles - maybe not always, but sometimes at least. This piece has "bite" but doesn't focus too much on imagery as it does a concept. It has fantastic imagery, don't get me wrong, but it works more so in the backdrop (to me) as something else is explained in the foreground. I enjoyed this piece, as well as the title. Dates can sometimes be quite important.

[Mari R-J]

To me it's about how relationships start when we least expect them and how two people can change each other. Also how some people feel exactly like home from the moment you first see them.

[PhoenixDown]

Perhaps the change promoted is what I see as different "roles" to play - different people to become. Sometimes I can be be vague. Apologies. Better than being lengthy, I have found. Thank you for clarifying regardless.

[Mari R-J]

Hey, poems aren't ours once we write them. They will mean different things to different people.

[PhoenixDown]

Funny how that is - & how at the end of the end different things usually point to the same thing. Life is funny.

Thanks again for sharing.