I Whispered it to Myself

An empty coffee cup, placed

above board bland,
inside a cupboard,
“Stress… What Stress?”
it smiles, frantic man
stenciled pale,
lightning strikes, prolific
designers halo head,
majestic magnet,
in ancient years, eras
long fraught with a pastiche
of sanguine, saccharine,
longest time I ever had,
it’s all that is left of him,

empty, yet stained still,

from drops of roasted
love, a joke to mental illness,
everyone laughed, I always
had that strength, once
when any of it mattered,
gifts for a day I will never
be, no breakfast for me,
no ties, no games in the rain,
I’ll laugh with them in a
dream, then wake up free,
at least I have one left,
one time, stinging reminder,
no satisfaction to even bother,

but my stomach breathes

warmly, now, today I
remember it,
and I remember

all that was you

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~ by Shawn M. Young on June 16, 2019.

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