I Finished Your Coffee (poem)

It's all well and good to talk about drops of water returning to the ocean

But I like THIS merging with the divine, the me and you of it

Why am I expected to strive for non-attachment?

I'm still mad my filigreed ring was stolen and I'm tired of telling that story like it's some parable of spiritual growth

The more I love you, the more I mourn the day

(And it will come one way or another)

That we must part

Because it does all happen at once, doesn't it?

Anyway, I had the half cup of coffee you left in your mug

And the last two raspberries

That was some small comfort

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