Coffee Cups Empty

I hover while you sleep unprotected –
as tears march slowly with beaten rhythms.

Your dreams unguarded, whisking memories –
where you were and now very distant.

Why are we lost to temptation, losers among
swimmers and pulsating waters?

Sorrow bared, coffee cups empty and lack of taste.

2010 Barry Comer


About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, the Democratic Socialists of America and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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