Our Cup of Coffee
 
We were like a fine cup of gourmet coffee,
    bold
            rich
                    bursting with flavor,
complimenting each other with just-right
amounts of sugar and cream,
an aromatic dream—
but then we forgot to drink it,
misplaced our cup somewhere,
and we cooled
 
over time,
you and I became undrinkable.

 
Arvilla Fee


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