Ivory

One Cup or Two...

Calming aroma lingers 
on my hands, 
feeling of anxiety as I wait. 
Fresh,

Inviting,

Need to taste. 
Every drop savored,

Adored; 
Events of the previous day ignored 
as I pour... 
Soothing liquid pleasure,

That for now 
seems to take the place of you. 
My coffee,

Loves me the way you use to.