Lukewarm mugs of
Mocha
On papery thin
Napkins.
Warm cubes of
Sunshine
On honey wooden
Tables.
I swear my coffee
Never goes cold.
But this morning I found
You gone.
And there was a
Gray sky on the
Honey wooden table.
Only one cup of
Black coffee on a
Single stained napkin.
Because not just the coffee
No, the whole
Scene
Had gone cold.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
Lukewarm mugs of
Mocha
On papery thin
Napkins.
Warm cubes of
Sunshine
On honey wooden
Tables.
I swear my coffee
Never goes cold.
But this morning I found
You gone.
And there was a
Gray sky on the
Honey wooden table.
Only one cup of
Black coffee on a
Single stained napkin.
Because not just the coffee
No, the whole
Scene
Had gone cold.
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