True Love of Coffee

Just Once…
I thought I’d say something
a little more meaningful than the last

A brief joke or a subtle line of logic
perhaps just slightly different
so that you would remember what I say

But then as always,
I’d just be forgotten and tossed aside
Like the wrapping paper of a mediocre birthday gift

Yet someone besides you,
would remember I had a purpose, a spark of life
that had color and even meaningful intention

They would see me for a second
as you tore my spirit to pieces with greed in your heart
and witness my beautiful hope littered on the ground

My careful edges, my proud design
all rendered to little pieces of mismatched chaos
that simply laid wasted on the floor as you stepped on them

Yet that other person, someone I wasn’t intended for
would see me for what I was, a gift of hope and compassion,
of carefully thought emotion and loving endearment

and yet on my birthday, the only day I had to live
I was proud to have given everything I was, everything I would be
simply to know that it would be discarded by you.

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