This Cafe – Poem

I sit alone

Like a flower in a bouquet, squeezed

Together with other fruit laptops,

Fresh haircuts and heart-shaped coffees, pleased

 

As the conversations are as casual as

A bee’s hum buzzing into my ears, even better

It is an improved silence, adjusted

To fit my mood, as it fits the weather

 

Comfort overwhelms me, as I listen

This community, this cafe, everyone

Alone, yet together

Abandoned

Young soul – abandoned

Childhood, never pardoned 

Like a forgotten suitcase, left

Of parental love, bereft

Personally packed, carefully held

Thrown – onto the baggage belt

Traveled tens of thousands…

Tired

Time left to claim

Expired

The others – beautiful and cared for
Love-packed to their core

But the unopened lock – a token

Of unrequited love, truly

Heartbroken

Clothes never to be worn

For this suitcase, no one to mourn

Filled, like an overflowing bucket

Emptied, by those who struck it

Destined for the belt – a painful frown

The zipper breaks, condensation pours down

An unremorseful stop, no more spinning around

The sinkhole appears – no more ground