Desperation....

you are an empty cup
tonight

i am not the cold wind
that makes you
tremble

i am the warm coffee
that fills you

the night starts to sing
our song

i forget my warmth
you lose that emptiness

tomorrow morning
someone shall see stains

on the mantel
another memory is broken

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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