I hate yellow shirts
and black coffee
with soggy paper straws
The swirly red stripes
on the soggy straw,
A reflection of my mind
Going around in circles
spewing nonsensical words...
Awkward. Awkward.
Mind is cotton wool
not a thread connects
to my tongue
My eyes refuse to rise
and meet yours
I twirl the straw
It's been years since
I saw you
Felt your eyes on me
The hug is lopsided
soft and tender.
Awkward. Awkward.
It's time to go
I say goodbye
my heart torn
'Will say this' and 'will do that'
stands Unsaid, Undone
The tender hug is back
I feel lost
I feel spent
I wasted time, wasted words
I hate yellow shirts
and black coffee
with soggy paper straws
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