LAST COFFEE
The last cup now a memory, Of what once was a luxury. The canister now left forlorn, Awaiting the day it will be reborn.
The canister now stands so bare, Its contents emptied, nothing there. No coffee powder to be found, No more the aromatic sound.
A morning ritual now on pause, The empty canister just because, No caffeine fix to start the day, No energy boost to light the way.
The aroma that once filled the air, Is now replaced by empty despair. No more the taste, the warmth, the charm, No more the feeling of being calm.
The last cup now a memory, Of what once was a luxury. The canister now left forlorn, Awaiting the day it will be reborn.
Until then, a trip to the store, For a new canister to restore, The coffee ritual once again, To bring back joy, to ease the pain.
About the Creator
Safeera Sathar
With pen in hand and heart on sleeve,
I weave my thoughts,
My words may not be grand or bold,
Hoping my words will make some gain.
So if you find me on this page,
Know that I write to engage.
To touch your heart, to stir your soul,
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