Coffee Iota

The kettle hums its soft song of comfort

promising warmth where there is none.


The coldness of the room

made more so by the lack of you.


The hum quietens giving way to gurgles

 a snap breaks the mood followed by a slow quiet.


Zicada's pick up the beat and start their welcoming opus

as the warm sun blankets the garden much to thier delight.


The moment is surreal.

I never knew what you really meant to me.


I pour the coffee mindlessly

and drink in its fleeting, soothing warmth.


I find myself once again downplaying it;

but, this rush in my being tells me this time,


its not okay.



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