Gravity

Coffee grounds spilled

Out, strewn about

Along the ground—

Plans unfulfilled

 

Never tasted

Lost their purpose

Not of service

Swept up, wasted

 

My heart drops. In 

Cups like mouths,

Expectant now,

Emptiness wins 

 

How many times 

Have I been tipped,

A million. Bits

Of me divide

 

Across the floor

While others wait…

For just a taste

Of what I’ll pour

 

When gravity 

Pulls and scatters,

Yes, it matters—

A tragedy