Dreaming Fiction

Broken up over a Coffee cup

A cup of coffee is waiting for me
Next to a note you'd left for me to read.
No, I'm not really one to grieve
But I wasn't expecting you to leave.

That note hasn't moved since you've gone.
Left it on the table with the lights still on,
Hoped you'd see them and come on in.
Can't even remember how long its been.
I'm still waiting for you
To come back home.

I put my shoes on and I'm out the door;
It's one more day and then one day more.
Nearly half-day and I can't wake up;
I just can't bring myself to use that cup.
Haven't had a single dose of caffeine.
Can't get to sleep and when I do, I don't dream.
Every day's the same, again and again;
I don't know when this will all end.
I'm still waiting for you
To come back home.

But...
Now that I think about it, my life is much better
Without the person who left me with cold coffee and a bitter letter.
I am so much sweeter now that I just drink tea.
Who needs you or coffee?
I just need me.
So, I'm not waiting for you
To come back home-
I've decided to start using my cup
As my own.