Americano, To Go 2/100
Writing Prompt: The Unrequited Love Poem
*Creative writing was my guilty pleasure in college. That, and my semester long course on Viriginia Woolf. Sometimes our professor would take our class outside, under the trees on Bascom Hill in Madison, Wisconsin. We'd read poetry, write, and share our work.
Americano, To Go
It’s been months since I’ve seen you
Did you fall out of your
doppio habit, Starbucks
satellite office?
An awkward game we played
eyes darting from your screen
pretending not to be distracted
I’m willing you
to look at me.
I know you’re married.
That time I ran into you
at a birthday party in the park
screaming 6 year olds, cake
out of context.
It was raining, the last time
I was wearing a black jacket
uniform tall black boots
felt fedora, no umbrella.
You spoke to me
about the weather, my hat
grasping
for something more.
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