Coffee
The scalding steam of bitter black coffee
Kisses my trembling hands.
The bitter sting of winter blanketed by the safe tranquility of spring
A new beginning.
But my lips caress the porcelain cup, warm
Like your skin once was - is.
A ‘forgotten’ memory, still as strong
As bitter black coffee.
Copyright © Daniel White | Year Posted 2020
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