Coffee, Cigarettes, and Words

Poem

Photo by Anna Spoljar on Unsplash

It's wet, but no more rain
It's morning, but not enough light
I flip on the lamp, the base filled with shells
Collected by loved ones

Loose tobacco
An ash tray
A book of papers
A lighter

Alone with coffee
Cigarettes
And words

Trying to conjure up the people in my life 

The ocean slowly scrapes 
and molds
The memories ebbing and flowing
The waves bring jellyfish to the shore

I used to lounge outside 
On the balcony 
Of our apartment
Drinking mostly

Glancing in at your
Dangling legs 
And playful feet.
You call out to me to come inside

But I just let you
Sit there and watch TV.
I'm sure you remember
How we used to fight

After I had quit another job.