Lingering Flavors

I found your mug tucked away, chipped and worn,

stained remnants of coffee, where mornings were born.

A faded smell lingers, of laughter and fights,

clutching memories close, past sweet warm nights.

The teeth marks are ghostly, like whispers on porcelain,

traces of sips taken, where we both felt whole again.

I clean off the dust, find your name in the grime,

as I pour out the silence, we both ran out of time.

The coffee is cold, but the heartache is warm,

I cradle this vessel, its history worn.

And though I sip gently, I know it’s all gone,

it sits on the counter, a reminder, a song.