The Closed Coffee Shop Poem by Susan Lacovara

Many a meal of honey drizzled handouts
Standing on your breadline of love
Holding back the pain of starvation
For any tiny morsel offered
Crumbs in my palm
Sandwiched words
That left me hungry for a proper daily diet
A meager nourishment
For my never ending appetite

I was thin and frail when you first fed me well
With heavy syrup from the fruit of desire
Pourings of cream flooding my cup
Your soft hand wiping my mouth
The banquet before me stretched on and on
I to think it would not end
Stayed long after the plates had been cleared
Leaving only the bitter aftertaste to digest
And the noticeable weight lost
That comes from losing a lover's words