Dear ex-lover, ex-friend,
our mug still sits on my kitchen counter
my father still brings you up
my mother still asks about you
and every night when she serves me tea
it's in
our mug
when I'm having my 3 ams
our mug comforts me like you never could
when I need to remember how you almost loved me
I bring it down, dust it off and kiss its lips with mine
I wish I would stop doing that
I wish you would come back
you said that wherever we were going
we were going together
but the sun set and the moon took its place
and now I have left is your mug