Batch #12

There is something tragic about the emptiness of the coffee cup after the last sip.
I sit at my table and stare.
Contemplating the vast loneliness that is being concealed within the coffee cup.
Nothing but the dried up remains of what once was a black ocean.
Concealed within the coffee cup.

There was something magical there before.
Before the last sip.
I sit at my table and stare.
Reminiscing over drops of coffee slowly dripping into the coffee cup.
A pouring motion, water that hits the grind in the filter.

Splashes! Drops!
Dripping in the coffee cup.

I remember this coffee cup.
It was once full of life.

Now, emptiness. Loneliness.
Nothing else that remains.
After the last sip.

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