a dried stain on the counter
where her coaster was ignored
her coffee cold in the cup
left because it’s all that’s left
of her
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Day 23 of the Leap Year Poetry Prompt Challenge
Cold COffee (How We Cope)
Poem 20160223
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Oh, sad and sweet! Coffee is always leaving its marks everywhere
Ha ha. That’s what it does.