Your cup sits on the bookshelf beside the bed

photo by Larry Fallon

It sits where you left it
weeks ago

I wake at night and sometimes smile remembering the evening you drank that tea comforting me.

I wake at night and a tear, sometimes tears, flow wondering why you can’t return.

I picked it up once to return it to the kitchen but I had to put it back. I adjusted it so the handle would be at the same angle as you placed it.

Your cup is a comforting reminder

Your cup is a disturbing reminder

When you come back please put your cup away.

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