Every morning,
I make coffee for two.
I spoon out our favorite French Roast,
Inhaling the fragrance,
Especially when it’s a fresh can.
(You always loved that first sniff.)
I measure the water
And pour it in,
Push the button
And watch
As the rich brew begins to drip,
And the aroma fills the kitchen.
(You always loved the smell of coffee in the morning.)
I take out the cups -
One for you,
One for me.
(You always loved that deep blue cup.)
I lift the carafe
And begin to pour
Your cup.
(You always loved that first cup.)
As I turn to put
Your cup of coffee
At your place
At the table,
It hits me.
Again.
Your place is empty,
Your chair is cold,
And I am alone.
But still
I make coffee for two.
About the Creator
Laura DePace
Retired teacher, nature lover, aspiring writer driven by curiosity and “What if?” I want to share my view of the fascinating, complex world of nature. I also love creating strong characters and interesting worlds for them to live in.
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