Coffee Heart

You walked over to me

Me just working on words

tracing the Sun with a pen

following the seasons

wording it up on loss

the sortie of grief

Sat right down without a word

reading my lines without asking

Brave, to read anotherʼs effort

as if it were a painting hung on wall

You asked to see more

That'll cost you

What?

Either a coffee or your heart

It'll have to be coffee as I have no heart, so I've been told

Black two sugars

You returned

sat back down

Against my skewed thoughts

I turned the page

for you