Just One Coffee

I

Wake up,

You’re not there.

My bed empty,

I’m cold and alone.

Making just one coffee,

Whilst your mug sits there untouched.

Such cruelty cutting life so short.

Though I try to push you out of mind,

I still miss you more each and every day.

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