coffee
there's a marriage once again
in the early morning light;
the customers are hungry
so there's no rest in sight.
spoons can sound like wedding bells
if you listen close;
scoop sugar into lip stained mugs,
quite a healthy dose.
see one hand brush the other
as i hurry by;
my heart pangs once again,
though i wonder why,
i pour half empty pots,
they go to one from two,
and as they're being married
i stop and think of you.
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Lola SG | Year Posted 2026
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