Crying In My Coffee


I sat leaning over my cup

hands curled around  its sides

to catch the warmth

tears of frustration, pain

made their way down my cheeks

I heard a tiny drop fall with

a little splashing drip

into my coffee

rippling the flat mocha colored surface

it made me grin at the irony...

I can't even cry in a beer

thanks to all the medications I must take.

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Written: 12/11/02

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