Archive for October, 2013

i like

coffee from a certain mug.

i like

a certain brand,

and i make it while night still fills the windows.

 

i like

the warm familiar way it feels on my lips.

i like

that i have had it before, and before, and before,

as the seasons and the light and the weather change.

 

today you walked out

and i don’t know if we are all right.

i don’t know if you will come back, or

if i will still be here if you do.

 

i don’t know when or how things changed,

but my coffee is gone

though i know there is more in the cupboard

and its aroma still lingers in the air.