Forgotten Brews

In the cupboard, a thermos lies cold,

a memory wrapped in dust, stories untold.

Once filled with warmth, now vacant and stark,

a relic of hikes that ignited a spark.

I found it today while seeking for more,

its dented exterior, a path to explore.

The faint scent of coffee still clings to the rim,

a taste of the laughter, of moments gone dim.