The Diner
By Melina Bowser
The ceramic mug
sits heavy in dainty hands—
steam warming her face.
Perfect circles stained
the boomerang laminate
countertop again.
She sits quietly,
taking long breaths between sips,
thinking of a friend.
Pulling out a book,
she scrawls cursive words onto
a page of ardor.
Tears blur the pen ink
knowing she will never read
these words meant for her.
