the coffee
is bitter today
or perhaps
the daydreaming
has soured my
sweet receptors
with a casual film
of actuality

either way
caffeinated despair
is the flavor
as long as her lips
refuse to find mine
despite my fervent pleas

silence grips me
in all the ways i wish
to feel her pressed
next to me
our heartbeats saying
the words lodged
in the back of my throat
the lonely loser spilling
puddles of pedantic prose
in a listless longing
for sweetness in the
surrender of saline seas