Two Coffees...one black

Parting is such sweeet sorrow

The note was limp From the damp

But crisply written 

In both content and style

Neatly folded, carefully placed ‘pon

The middle of my pillow

Where it had rested awhile

At times one knows what lies in store

Can see the future

With a bittersweet smile

Two coffees, one black

Gave warmth to cold hands

And when sipped…mine tasted of bile

I sat on the bed

And hung my head

And I think I cried awhile

What we had

Is now part of the past…alas

My heart is broken…to it’s core

Two coffees…one black

Give warmth to cold hands

And I know that what once was

…Is no more..

Author's Note

Ever been dumped?