Note: I love this. I can totally relate. This is divine writing.
Coffee burns the skin in the grip of my hand
my knuckles, chilled blue and rattling
in the winter wind
my hand out the window
the streaming, steaming tracers
of thoughts and caffeinated heat
her big blue eyes and wild mind
her full smile and upraised voice
I’d leave everything for her
but I say that every time
I bring my hand back into the car,
my mind back to reality
and try to focus on contentment
the grass is never greener
because I destroy the lawn
wherever I tread
