| Coffee
I made you a coffee
But you weren’t there
The taste of it lingers
In the air, in my mouth.
But you didn’t speak
I looked for all the doors
But none opened
And the wind breathed silently
Behind them.
I have forgotten the features of you:
Some skin, a finger, eyes...
But the brightness remains
In the day,
As I stare into the dark cup.
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