Cloudy Coffee

She looked at him

already he was writing

or had he been there all night?

she read his poem

over his shoulder.

She loved it, so beautiful

like a painting in words .

She lifted a lock of his hair

away from his tired eyes.

More as a sign

that he still belonged to her

a statement of her undying love.

His cup of coffee untouched

now cold and cloudy.

A cigarette turned into

a line of ash in the tray

Did you like it my love?

he whispered almost a plea

of her affirmation.

It is beautiful darling

it comes from your sweet heart.

It flows like fresh coffee

smooth like black gold.