Every morning I leave my coffee cup
on the kitchen counter, not quite empty.
The coffee waits there all day and all night.
The next morning he greets me like a lover.
“Nice to see you again too,” I say to him,
filling the kettle and placing it on a burner.
“Yes, we had something for a while,”
weighing the coffee beans to grind.
“Hard to believe it was only yesterday,”
grinding the beans very fine.
“You might still taste pretty good,”
spooning coffee into a filter cone.
“But you're a remnant of the past,”
excitedly feeling my kettle heat up.
“What I want now, you haven't got,”
pouring out water with an eager moan.
“So farewell, my friend, it's time for you to go,”
watching a steamy decoction stream from the cone.
I dump the dregs of the old one into the sink,
let the young one's fresh brew spurt into my cup,
and tell him "Lover, I am going to drink you all up!”
The comfort of cold coffee
is making another pot of hot.
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