On a snowy Sunday morning I awoke
in a house that was not my own
while my friends still slumbered in the next room.
Then, I recalled they had said
“There is some instant coffee in the cabinet
help yourself.”
As I grasped the warm cup
and took my first sip
a tear ran down my cheek.
Remember when you had your first apartment?
With your sister?
Neither of you drank coffee
and you had no coffee pot.
I drank instant every morning
and complained of the bitterness.
I haven’t tasted it since then,
and it’s all rushing back in a blur of
Memories.
Remember how we were so young
and so I’m love?
We couldn’t spend a day apart
and I thought we would never have to.
I miss your smile, your laugh,
the sparkle in your eyes when you said my name.
I miss your warmth on this frigid morning.
All because of
Instant coffee.