Saturday, November 13, 2010

The day you came was the day I pulled out my fine china.
It was a special day, obviously.
You were special to me, obviously.
But you only stayed for a while.
You ran your finger over the brim of the cup.
You passed on the coffee.
You passed through me.
You left with a simple "good-bye".
And I put the china back in the cabinet,
Clean and unused.

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