The lining of my mug came loose today
and slipped out from its aluminum skeleton,
leaving my caffeine-addiction hollow.
I ache from withdrawal.
We once lounged on the couches
with one dollar coffee, mixing the roasts,
and sipping away at the passing feet,
until our hearts raced with Brazilian coffee
and inspiration tinged by finger-smudged windows—
though just around the edges—
and my lid wasn’t on tight that day
making you laugh that glittery laugh
that lit me up inside like a Christmas tree
on Thanksgiving.
The lining of my mug came loose today
reminding me that yesterday has already been scribbled out with sharpie,
and leaving my life-induced scrawling in our blue notebook hollow.
I ache from withdrawal.
Author notes
“Coffee stains that tell stories”
A contest entry
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this is pertty interesting. i love the flow in this poem, though i felt you could trim the lines in your last stanza. they were pretty long 
but other than that, this was a lovely poem. your descriptions were stunning, and the imagery was great! i liked it alot, keep penning. and thanks for this awesome entry 
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