I have to catch and fill in my emptiness
Try to hold it before it sips in
Before it runs dry again
The transient satiety
Because I am not certain
Of the next time I can feel full again
Or is that full or fool?
It was one of those rainy and chilly afternoons when I decided to go to the coffee shop. I could have gotten myself a cup of extra-hot cappuccino but opted for the frappe instead. I could have chosen the warm comfort but no, I chose to feel the shivers and have my fingers numbed just to write this poem.