Young Writers Society

on your deathbed,
you won't regret
the dream you
didn't pursue.

that would be
aBsolutely aBsurd!

never take risks, ever.

i've tried to move on from you /
but i see the coffee stain you left on my counter/
as a constant reminder of what once was /
and what could have been, in another life /

the love you gave left scars on my heart /
like the stain you left on my countertop /
a brown heartbreak maiming the granite stone /
i never quite liked that counter, but now /
now i can't bring myself to replace it /
because replacing it is replacing you /
and i dare say i would miss that coffee stain /

the memories cut deep into my skin /
and the feelings of regret i have still linger /
regret at the last words i said to you /
too harsh to repeat, too cruel to forget /
where were you driving that night? /
anywhere, just to get away from me? /

i threw out that phone the police called me on /
but i can't get a new countertop /
because then i lose that coffee stain /
because then i lose the last memory of you /

~ b. pavlovsky