The Ache

It starts on a monday morning
not sure of the exact time
to be honest
It's somewhere between
five and seven in the morning

I load an extra teespoon of coffee
in the cup
(Preparing for the feeling, that I know will crush my chest)
Then after the boiling water
a stir
"The whirlpool effect"
I take that first gulp
the aroma hits my nostrils
that warm taste
as the cup repositions itself
I add extra sugar
and stir once more
[Take away the bitter]

Then I think of
how bloody
bitter I am

The best part of my life
is cloaked
hidden
unbrewed
unsugared

That's when it hits
The ache
The ache to see you
The ache to touch you
To hear your voice
say
"Good morning, baby"

That's when I hope
there will be no Tuesday
Because as it goes
I'll be missing sugar
on Tuesday
Wedeneday won't stir
Thursday won't boil
The week is
almost
cheap Decaf, really

If life took me back
to tattoes
It would be in the image
The image of

YOU!


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Entry 9
Letters to Society, God
& The Goddess
GloPoWriMo 2018
Posted April 9th