That Painful Moment

That painful moment

Felt once, twice – maybe thrice

Before the morning’s even done

When you reach the bottom

When there’s nothing left

In your coffee cup

 

And then you forget

Minutes pass by, you lift the mug

It feels so light, you look down

Not even a drop remains

Emptiness greets your gaze

Bringing yet more pain

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