Cold Latte - A Free Verse Poem

This poem is a story about a dead woman who returns from her grave as a spirit, to make the man responsible for her death realize his crime by letting him know that she is still around, and will be, until he confesses his guilt.

The cup is cold

As is the wind outside

Large droplets slash the pane

I must get out

Across the table

You sit silently

Gazing at the steam

Hovering over your cup

A casual glance

On the monthly magazine

And a frozen finger

Against the carved handle

I know you from beyond

The dark and the light

The rain and the storm

I’ve known you always

The winds keep whirling

The clouds get dark

I know I must go

Yet can’t seem to stand up

Your hot cappuccino

Mocks my latte

The heat and the despair

Crush my cup

I finally make my move

And borrow some ice

From the smiling waiter

To ruin your life

I remember the pain

Underneath my grave

While you cried those fake

Tears standing above

I must get out

The ice is your friend

Your coffee’s foe, and

The chills down your spine

My work here is done

My foot sets out again

A warm cup in my hand

Into the tranquil rain