A Black Coffee Moment
written by: Richard LeDue
@LedueRichard
It’s accepting one day
there’ll be no more
afternoon naps,
or warm cups of coffee,
reminding fingers
cold mornings only temporary.
And that there will be a last night,
where eyes closed,
expecting tomorrow,
but found death standing over them
with winter breath,
leaving behind 7 AM goosebumps
to those
who worry about heating bills,
the plight of dirty mugs
left in sinks overnight,
and don’t read poems like this.
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