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Morning Coffee

I remember when mornings meant coffee,
photographic caffeinated displays
Kind of silly really if you think about it,
but it meant so very much to me

A daily greeting, no touching, no voices,
simple written wishes that brought about a smile
Allowing my day to begin with happiness,
knowing someone (you) were thinking about me

Now all I find is a blank screen,
electronically flickering on my frowning face
Like a cold cup of sorrow filled to the brim,
brewed in empty pots of decaf emotions

Vacant, staring…unlike the words
I rehearse each lonely evening (just in case)
For my dreams still pour of only you,
spilling from the dark roasted cracks in my heart

I remember when mornings meant coffee…
now all I find are grounds for sadness