Your Favorite
Oct 26, 2022
You picked me up
like your favorite coffee cup
long forgotten
sitting at the back of the cupboard
a little worn, a little dusty.
A blue ceramic glaze
cool against your lips
as you take a sip
drink me in darling.
Nestled in your strong hands
I felt safe
I felt secure
until I slipped from your grip
and I shattered into
a million pieces.
And now you’ve found
a new cup
to replace me.
It was too easy
for you to throw
my jagged pieces of clay away.
