Dear Half Finished Cup of Coffee,
Is there anything in the world sadder than the sight of you? Cold, lonely, and bereft. The milk I so carefully measured into you now risen to the top in a little island of white I prepared you with love, my coffee cup. That first hot sip of you was estacy, like a kiss of caffeine. We started so strong... what happened to us? I held you to my lips and gently sipped your creamy contents. I carried you with me, close to my heart. Everyone said we were perfect together.
What came between us, my darling? How did I forget you? I set you down, promising I would be back soon. And you waited. You believed me. You waited for me. But I forgot about you. I left you all alone, while you life force, your warmth dwindled.
Still you hung on. Waiting for me. Scanning the horizons for my under-caffeinated soul. I needed you and you knew it. So you were faithful, staunch and loyal. You held out, waiting, trusting... dying alone.
But when I finally came back, by chance, not even remembering you, I saw you... cold... dead.
Ah! The guilt of wasting you! Of letting one who was so dear to me pass away without so much as a goodbye.
I pick you up, laden with sorrow, your remains swirling slowly about. I take you to the sink and pour you down the drain to the place of your eternal resting.
I am so sorry... I know its too late... but please, know that I cared about you. You were so good to me and I am sorry... so sorry...
In sincerest sorrow and regret,