Before I drink my coffee


before I drink my coffee

I can smell its scent 

I know

you're probably in the kitchen

making your favorite toasts


I can hear the dripping

the fume pervades the air


are you still at home?

or have you already gone?


it drips and drips

the cat 

has spilled the milk



  • Author: dorothv (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2021 07:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: "It's no use crying over spilled milk" - the nature of relationships
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 54
  • Users favorite of this poem: A Boy With Roses, L. B. Mek.


  • Goldfinch60

    Intriguing words Dorethv, leaves one thinking, which is good.

    Welcome to MPS.

  • L. B. Mek

    (I look forward to learning from you, dear Poet
    thank you for choosing to share)

    • dorothv

      Very nice to hear(read) it 🙂

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