Art by Camille Pissarro
sunshine rolled me out of bed
i stood silently by the microwave
it took twelve minutes for my coffee to brew
four cups- twelve minutes
my toes trying to wriggle out of my socks
my nails counting the seconds in my palms
drip, drip, drip
every drip grew into your words
they used to be mine to wear
now they lie in trash cans
and the only memory I have of them
the dregs of my coffee try to recreate
my mind wanders to the cigarette
i stashed away last night
it wasn’t supposed to be this way
i thought it would be my last
just like the many convictions i had about you
this one fails too
i hear the beep
my palms revel in the warmth of my coffee mug
i trudge to my room
and turn my eyes to the sun
filtering through my window pane
i fix my glance on every plant on the window sill
they fill my heart with fondness
it takes me back to the brown of your eyes
and i cherish the final gulp of my coffee
it tears me to remember
that you know i like my coffee bitter
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