There was
nothing
but grey skies
raining that
Saturday morning.
I set two
cups of coffee
on the table.
Your head was
still in your hands.
I felt bad.
I wanted to
pat you
on top of that
brown head.
I grabbed my
ombre blue
blanket and
tucked it
over
you.
You said you
felt a little
cold
and moved
further away
from me.
I only
sipped the
black coffee in my cup
It tasted cold.
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