Temporary
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
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