I never asked for you to wait for me, but I never thought you'd leave so soon
Hell I lied. It's not even lukewarm. It's cold.
I recall watching the coffee being made. Piping hot, full of warmth. A comfort I was excited to wake up to. And the coffee cup. Oh the cup and it's beautiful design. It may seem simplistic to others, but I see something much more when I look at the cup, knowing exactly what it holds inside. The way the handle is placed urges me to hold it closely as I wrap both my hands around the entire cup and bring it closely to my face feeling the heat and the energy from the steam as I slowly close my eyes and inhale the moment. Bliss. Pure bliss. Then I set the cup down.
I let the cup sit there with the coffee still steaming awaiting me to take a sip or two. Distractions. The distractions that pull me this way and that, confining my mind to the task at hand. I glance over and remember to take a couple quick sips. I don't savor them. I don't even really think about it. Cooling. My coffee sits in place, still as can be. Seconds, minutes and hours pass by. The time goes unnoticed and I sit down to finally enjoy what has been waiting for me.
I place my lips on the cup and sip. Absolute cold, bitterness that bites back. Confused, I start to wonder what happened to the consoling beverage I had what seemed like mere moments ago? I start to sip more, hoping to bring back what once was. I sip faster now only tasting resentment. Then I gulp the rest down. Emptiness. Sheer nothing. It's gone. I devoured the bitterness in hopes of bringing the warmth and comfort back only to be left with an empty cup looking back at me. I think I may be done drinking coffee for awhile.
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