POOLS OF MOCHA:
Raindrops fall from unimaginable heights
Into my favorite pink cup
of mocha coffee that fills the air with
a sweet steam concealing the rain, but
Each drop that hits my pale skin
Is salt in open wounds
Bringing back memories of twisted
Happiness that I want to forget
Like embarrassing moments that keep you
Awake at night
Regret
That’s all I felt for you
As the rain beats harder
Hammering in those reminders
So I never forget
Your face
Your smell
Those pools of mocha
Like the drink in front of me
Where you used to sit.

FORGETFULNESS:
You would complain
How forgetful I was
But I didn’t forget when you got off work
Or what kind of car you drove
Where you sat at the dinner down the street
I didn’t forget your habitual events
Where you would be at exactly four am
Alone on the barren roads of Nevada
I didn’t forget my anatomy class from 11th grade
Or where to hit to break you.

KISSING:
There was a smell on the crumpled brown paper
Of the envelope your letter came in, of vanilla beans
and sweetened cream, the coffee you used to love
your corporate heaven on days like this
Where the clouds obscure the winter’s sky
It all reminds me of that day so long ago
And the song that played that night
Repeats again, this time within my head
Your rose-colored lips fell towards mine
As the envelope falls towards the ground
Softly.
Instead of sparks of fireworks, an old cliché
The old song began to play, the one used to tease
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
The moments broken, like the records thrown in anger
Littering the floor with bits of Bowie and The Clash.
I hear it again the song that’s caused this turmoil
floating on the wind a subtle reminder
Of happiness, before you left behind
This crumpled brown paper
Next to the coffee pot.