It Gets Bitter

He is tasting every savory word
With a clenching jaw
If he doesn’t lower his voice the barista will notice
And the inky hipsters drinking their black coffees
Will become our audience
And we’ll be the actors in a romance gone wrong
With a script that stings worse than the Mocha on my tongue
I can’t take this
My eyes scream at him
I think he hears because he goes silent
And now he is looking at me with a brief flicker
Of what was
But it disappears
Faster than the vapor
Rising from the cup that has just slipped out of my hands
Into a puddle of bitterness on the floor


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