Decaf Kisses on a Costa Coffee Cup
A poem about the mysteries of love affairs that die in the cup.
I don’t often write poetry, but I sort of think it’s good for my soul to at least try from time to time. Anyway, this one comes from the very first writing exercise from the very first week of my Creative Writing MA. It wasn’t a poem at the time. The Uni had an on-site Costa and the tutor drained his cup, put it in the middle of the floor and said – there you go guys, write something creative about that. So I did and it turned into this.