Love Sonnet #315

I trace the red lip of my black coffee
Mug stain’d with gentle kisses for warm drink
We’re dancing dreamy in my fantasy
I have so much more power than they think

The thing is, I know that I am special
But I still want to hear it from your lips
I’ll wait for you to find me here in hell
You cannot prevent the next exodus

Like trees that reach but never quite touching
You have opened my world to something new
The end of our path-cross’d time is coming
I’m certain I will never forget you

You’re a full journal and I’m a new page
I can’t believe you were ever my age

Jordan Cameron is a New Englander living in Philadelphia. She balances her day job at a non-profit with her passion for photography and writing. This is her first published poem. You can find her on Twitter and Instagram @jordanofjune.