Coffee

I wake up a little groggy the nights, especially, are difficult for me I didnt get a whole lot of sleep I wander my way wearily into the kitchen and reach my beloved coffee pot The countertop around me has small circular brown stains.. each one containing a memory Reminding me how it used to be I blink the heartache from my eyes and go about my morning ritual The sunshine pours through the window and the warmth sinks into my bones I get lost in my thoughts Til’ the lush and irresistible aroma pulls me back to reality I pour myself a steaming hot cup of temporary happiness I quietly sip away at all of my broken memories