The Last Coffee Before the Train

by The Hearth Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

We choose the station café because neither of us wants an official goodbye. Your suitcase guards the table. Mine is only a coat. We discuss rent, the weather there, the plant you forgot to pack. Then the platform number appears. We hug beside a recycling bin, laugh at the setting, and hold on long enough for the ordinary place to matter.
61 words · 13 lines · Free Verse
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