brimming full
steam rises in the chill morning
like memories lifted from my mind
hot liquid days with passion
and the hotter sting of tears
tastes explode in my mouth
a mixture of sorrow dark
and love sweet
ritualistic sips of time past
wandering ancient towns
with slow exploration and wonder shared
the cup drains
and I am filled
with warmth and regret
we've come to this end
nothing is left,
save the morning chill
and the sun
pressing against my face.
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