Sunday, January 25, 2015

Mr. Coffee Cup

(Image by TB)


He sits on the counter
with memories
I don't visit often
and smiles
because he knows it better:
I can't get used to the
English cold.

The first and the last time
we have been together,
the days spent in exile
each of us locked
in his own cupboard.

He smiles
because he knows it better.
He returns to me my understanding
of home.

2 comments:

  1. I haven't drank coffee for quite some time, and now I feel the need for that fresh and sweet smell.

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  2. he greets me daily, with as much forgetfulness as I can muster ~

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