I'm a little late getting started, but in honor of National Poetry Month, I'll be doing Napowrimo. I'll try to make up the two days I missed later :). Obviously these things will be very, very rough...
I saw her by the counter
alone with both coffees, no room
there. I was full of want
but told again, again to wait
and then to go. In turn,
I felt a break in the clouds.
This time, it's empty, it's vast.
"Say 'hello' to Harry for me..."
No hurry. I'll tell anyone who sees me
grumbling about the sky —
everyone's gone home so why
am I stuck still hearing
her voice, last year:
It's tomorrow, already.