My favourite mug

You know when you break up with someone
And you manage to avoid them for a while
Get them out of your system
Tell yourself that you don’t miss them
Kiss a few guys
Fuck a bunch more
And then boom
There they are on your newsfeed
Looking fantastic
And you hear that voice
It starts out as a noise
That gets clearer and clearer
A ridiculous reverse cymbal that
Clashes, crashes, smashes into you
Like a train
Its grating, blaring horn shouting
“You made the wrong choice”
Oh fuck
What a conundrum
I just got accustomed
To that single person smell
You know
That ‘didn’t need to shower’ today aroma
The smell that could send any potential lover
Into an irreversible coma
But they’re looking lovely
And you remember why you loved them
And you only want to see them again
For old time’s sake
Maybe have a few drinks
Maybe get completely trashed
And stagger home smashed back to his place
Walk through his front gate like it was yesterday
Creeping up the stairs
Because their crazy paranoid mother
Can hear a mouse fart at two hundred yards
And will resent you forever if you wake her
Making love silently under 2 huge
Soundproofing duvets
And…
I remember why we broke up.
I jest
I’m not that shallow
But seriously
We fit together exactly as I remember
How we did before I broke us
Like dropping a really good mug
And losing the one shard that held it all together
We held exactly the right amount of tea
But it wasn’t enough for me
I wanted the whole bloody tea sea
Except that doesn’t exist.
I know that now.
I’m aware that it’s too late
And I’m aware that your hatred of me
Won’t ever fully dissipate
But I miss you terribly.
I want my favourite mug back.