Thursday, October 21, 2010

To My Abandoned Coffee Cup

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,

Anna

2 comments:

  1. *SOB* Anna! How could you!?!?!?

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  2. ahh... we shall mourn the loss...
    Meg

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