Dregs of Yesterday

I woke up, feeling hollow, lost,

like an empty coffee cup on the nightstand,

rimmed with yesterday’s stains—

a ring of memories I can’t wipe away.

The air is thick with choices unmade,

a specter of warmth slipping, leaving nothing but cold,

those sheets that wrap around me

a weight I can’t shake off.

Another morning painted dull,

the light of day barely cuts through,

reminding me how long I’ve lingered,

searching for comfort in the bitter aftertaste.