Cold Coffee

The coffee has grown cold

Our conversation has gone on to dizzying heights

It is clear no one can be the winner

And I want to take another sip

Just to occupy my lips

Instead of us speaking further apart

Ripping to pieces the thread that bound us

Sewing a new picture

Of strangers out for coffee

Stranger

I never thought I’d used that word on you

Looking at it now

It all seems inevitable

I risk a sip of my coffee

Cold in the unpleasant way

But still bitter to my lips and tongue

Elizabeth Almeida ©2022