Sweet Sadness
Muffins and Coffee Muffins and coffee for breakfast with you, my love. Scattered crumbs, spilled coffee on the table, with memories of you. Sweet love - return to me, My crumbled muffin is still warm, soaking in the dregs of lukewarm coffee That slowly drips through the cracks Of the old table, onto the floor. The dusty floor, unswept since you left through the door. Forgetting the muffin i return to my bed Unmade since that day, though in my head you are laying in it, awaiting your coffee that is spilling through the floorboard crack, like little tears whispering you won’t ever come back