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
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Author:
eckardcb (
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Comments1
Nice write😁
Thank you so much 💚
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