My Body Has Coffee With Love

Love whispers forever. It learned 

to lie from my younger self.

That self that didn’t break from scrapes

from falling on the concrete.

This old bag of bones, this stranger

that snuck in while I was asleep,

feels the weight of gravity

more than lightheaded love.

This old bag of bones crumbles

from maladies foreign

to my younger self, who cried

only from a broken heart.

This old bag of bones wants to run

from a truth it learns the hard way.

We’re not meant to last forever

in living or in love.

For endings:

https://dversepoets.com/2024/09/17/tuesday-poetics-endings/

published in Substack:

https://open.substack.com/pub/nolcha/p/twisted-tuesday-91724?r=xwogn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true