Stains of the Day

This morning, a splash of coffee blooms,

a brown splotch, stubborn on my favorite shirt,

it spreads, a reminder of carelessness,

words sent through screens, reopening old wounds,

a stain that clings like thoughts I can’t shake,

dried drips mapping the day with regrets.

I scrub at the fabric, the clock ticks slow,

as if each second can lift the mark from my heart,

but echoes linger, fierce and unyielding,

it won’t fade, just like feelings left unspoken,

this moment, caught between the past and now,

leaving its trace, forever heavy and true.