Each morning I leave my coffee cup
On the kitchen counter, still half full.
The coffee waits there all day and all night.
The next morning she greets me like a lover.
“Nice to see you again” I say, sipping her
as I fill the kettle, place it on a burner.
“Yeah, we definitely had a thing,”
Counting the beans to grind.
“Seems like it was only yesterday,”
Grinding the beans very fine.
“You still taste as good as you did then,”
Spooning the grounds into a filter.
“But you are a past that I've outgrown,”
Eagerly watching the kettle boil.
“So farewell, friend, time for you to go,”
Streaming hot water through the cone.
I dump the dregs of the old one into the sink,
Pour the fresh brew of the new one into my cup,
And tell her "Lover, I am going to drink you all up.”
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