Cape

One cream and two sugars
in a slightly darker roast,
was how you took your coffee
after that weekend on the coast.
We only met that once
but my thoughts will always stray
to the salty air we breathed
on that fateful sunny day.
Your last name I can’t recall
but every inch of you I see;
every time I close my eyes,
it’s of you I dream.

Your number is in my phone
but I know I’ll never call,
since that weekend was over
when the summer became the fall.

© Autumn Siders 2017

Campfire

Strumming some tunes
with the sun shining down,
drink in my hand
and smiles replacing frowns.
The sun sinks in the west
and the stars rise in the sky
as the fire burns brighter,
reflected in your eye.
Music fades to nature
and a chill fills the air,
but I’ve never felt warmer
than when captured in your stare.

© Autumn Siders 2017