A Cold Cup Of Coffee...

must i know now the
significance of a coffee getting cold
after it is being served
on my table?
how do i not notice time passing?
like a breeze from the sea
because i have been preoccupied
looking at the horizon
anticipating the glory of the
sunrise that
i am waiting for most of my time
having spent
nights on isolated veranda
away from friends
and relatives?

a cold coffee now
that i regret having asked
and just like the rest of
my other coffees
it shall remain as it is

coffee on its brim
returned
untouched.....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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