The Closed Coffee Shop

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