Sweet Mornings
there are special thoughts of us...
drinking black coffee and believing in each other-
each time the wind blows towards Autumn
I remember your laugh,
your tasteful words,
your profound spirit.
that mug rests gently upon
my windowpane.
it's collecting dust by now...
but as I do the dishes,
I think of those days of just
me and you,
and all we've been through.
when I am lost in thought,
I stare out my window and
your mug is always there
shining in the sun...
no, there's nothing else I'd rather do,
than remember sweet mornings
drinking coffee with you.
July 28th, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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