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A Cup of Coffee


The neon lights
of a convenience store
beckon me—
some smokes,
a newspaper,
a cup of coffee.

No one is here.
I ring the bell
on the counter.
No one comes.

As I leave
with nothing,
I see snow
tumbling onto
streetlights,
houses, trees.

So many people
are eager to invite
me to their dwellings,
hunger to tell me
their stories.
Such is the way
with us, the lonely.

I toy with the idea
of a second life.
If I could,
my love,
I would gladly
begin again.