In a cup of Coffee

Funny how in this cup of coffee

I see a metaphor for my life,

I know there’s a bitterness in it for me

But it’s the bitterness that I like…

There’s cream floating at the top

It hides the blackness beneath,

I know I will gladly lap ‘em both up

Then wish I’d have stirred it all just a bit…

I take the first sip

And think a little sugar would do no harm,

She looks at the twitch of my lips

And adds more sugar, sweet as her charm…

I look at the cup and then her eyes

My foolish pride comes in the way,

In that instant to her I lie

“I don’t like it sweet,” I say…

She smiles knowingly without saying a word

I shy away from her stare,

It’s as if all that she’s said I have heard

Strange is this bond we share…

The cup gets empty as the coffee gets colder

This evenings drawing to a close for me,

“I love you!” is all that I don’t tell her

But then neither to me does she…