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