Hope She Likes Her Coffee Cold

Two cups of coffee.

One’s empty.

The other’s getting cold.

I can’t really tell how long I’ve been sitting here.

Seconds.

Minutes.

Hours.

Days.

I feel numb.

I should have been there.

Got the phone call earlier today.

Time slowed down.

Coffee pot shattered on the floor.

Guess I’ll just have to wait a while,

To give her that drink I promised.

Hope she likes her coffee cold.

Reviews

[SinSeer]

My friend's mother passed away last night. This is such a poignant poem. She and her Mama always had their morning coffee together.

[CatCrazy0430]

Thank you so much for commenting. This is exactly why I write. To move people. I'm glad that this held meaning for you, and I am sorry for your loss. Your positive words mean the world!