A Passing Thought

Michelle Gamboa


At night I dream of

Your warmth filling the spot beside me

But most nights

I just want a strong cup of coffee

With no cream, just sugar

Yet it reminds me of you

Sweet and dark

When I said au revoir

A coffee ring remained

Alone on the small cafe table

That petite golden halo

Like an evaporating fragment of a diamond ring


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