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
  • Author: eckardcb (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2023 09:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • thinkerbell

    Nice write๐Ÿ˜

    • eckardcb

      Thank you so much ๐Ÿ’š

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