Hope She Likes Her Coffee Cold

Two cups of coffee.

One’s empty.

The other’s getting cold.




I can’t really tell how long I’ve been sitting here.

Seconds.

Minutes.

Hours.

Days.




I feel numb.

I should have been there.

Got the phone call earlier today.

Time slowed down.

Coffee pot shattered on the floor.




Guess I’ll just have to wait a while,

To give her that drink I promised.




Hope she likes her coffee cold.