ARE WE BEGINNING OR ARE WE ENDING?
ARE WE FOOLS THINKING WE CAN FORGET OUR DESIRES?
ONLY ONE DROP OF COFFEE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE CUP IS ENOUGH TO REMIND YOU THAT YOU WANT TO PERK ANOTHER POT.
YOU MAY NOT MAKE IT BUT YOU WANT TO MAKE IT.
MAYBE YOU WON'T EVEN DRINK IT IF YOU DO MAKE IT.
YOU MAY JUST WANT TO SMELL IT.
SO YOU LEAVE IT THERE, THAT LAST DROP OF COFFEE, STAINING UP YOUR CUP, YOU WATCH IT BEGGING THE UNIVERSE TO DRY IT UP IN FORGETFULNESS.
BUT IT'S NOT WATER, WHEN IT DRIES IT'S NOT INVISIBLE, YOU CAN'T FORGET THAT YOU DRANK IT UNLESS YOU CLEAN THE CUP OF WHAT REMAINS, BUT YOU WON'T.
THE STAINS ARE JUST ENOUGH TO REMIND YOU HOW GREAT IT WAS, SO YOU BEGIN TO WONDER WHEN YOUR NOT THIRSTY HOW GREAT IT TASTED, THINKING THE NEXT CUP WILL BE EVEN BETTER.
BUT LOVE IS NOT COFFEE YOU WHISPER TO ME, LOOKING AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR CUP I GAVE YOU, WHERE THE STAIN PROUDLY DRIES ON THE SURFACE.
NEITHER OF US SAY THE REST OUT LOUD, SILENTLY WE THINK IN UNISON,
WE ARE NOT CUPS, BUT OUR HEARTS HAVE A SIP OF STAIN ON THE SURFACE OF IT'S BEATING,
SO DO WE END OR DO WE BEGIN AGAIN?
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