An Old Flame

August 16, 2012
Sweet, thick, warm scents,
Slippers shuffle over
Shadows sprawled on faded tile,
Beige burned golden by
Day’s first flame.
The coffee pot moans
A sugary appeal and
I turn to see where
Her words once poured sickly sweet over
My bitter, sleep-sensitive ears,
“Would you like some coffee?”

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