You made me coffee one morning
from a dusted, rusted coffee maker
untouched, unused.

You don’t drink coffee,
But it's my blood type.

You drowned yours in creamer,
I drank mine with a splash.
I guess I like the taste
of authenticity
Its a surprise I became addicted
to your artificial affection

I think, I plan, I write, I think I plan.
I'm a planner. I like to plan things.
I wrap myself in a cocoon of control
like a mother swaddles a newborn.

I will never again take for granted
the difference that 48 hours