Shifted skies

Sipping coffee

our cups grown old
Just like we were told to

This morning I wished for the day to not be truthfully, for it to just be a dream.
Just to sleep through every hour I had ahead of me.
I saw the two cups a few meters away. Our cups, I walked up to them and touched the small amount of coffee that were left. Trying on a walk, but all my mins could come up with was question marks. That was pretty much my days for years, and sometimes it still is. Now days, my confidence grown, but so has my loneliness. Throughout the day it's always a reminder of my lover boy. A wall, table. Regular daily activity's killed me. Mentally.