SIP THE COFFEE, YOU'LL THINK OF ME
A Heartache Poem + Voice Over
I hope when you drink coffee
that it makes you think of me.
I hope when you capture its smell,
it makes you yearn for me.
And when you dream,
I hope it is memories of us
and what we used to be.
I hope that you wake up
In a cold sweat,
as if a part of you has left.
And I hope you wake…
Afraid to close your eyes,
because your heart can’t bear my face.
I hope that you know that I love you,
and I hope I find someone
who proves to me that I was wrong,
that my love for you wasn’t true.
And it has been three months since I’ve spoken to you.
Three months since I’ve felt you.
Three months since I’ve heard your voice.
And when I run into you in the coffee shop,
I know you see me.
I pretend you are not there,
and I know, I can feel your stare.
I hope you decide to speak to me.
I wish you would send me those messages
like you always did every time we ended.
You would say:
“I will wait for you.”
“I will always love you.”
And most of all,
when you would say,
“You are the only one that has ever made me feel that way.”
You said “I love you” first,
Now your love is somewhere else.
They tell me to move on,
Do they tell you that too?
Oh how hard I force myself to resist you,
but we both know I’m not that strong.
I am, my dear,
in the middle of your palm.
Maybe you don’t intend to hold me,
but I cannot escape.
Do I affect you in that way?