Preface: This poem was written as an inside joke between a friend and I. I have not been broken up with, nor am I channeling any lingering emotions towards any men I’ve dated. This poem took less than 45 minutes to write, and I was giggling the entire time. With all that said, enjoy what I have sense dubbed “the most depressing thing I’ve ever written”
An Abandoned Coffee Mug for Ashley Boggs
You came in strutting with confidence
and immediately asked for me.
You told the people standing by that I was the best in town,
your favorite.
And so I gave myself to you.
I was yours and you were mine.
I could taste the sweetness of the moment,
just you and I in this coffee shop.
The lights dim with the morning dawn,
but sunlight gently knocked at the windows.
There we sat and drank in the beauty.
I was your drug,
awakening your senses to life-
the life we’d take on together.
You savored each bit you took from me
as you slowly sipped the life out of me.
But I delighted that you wanted me,
so I sat silently, just grateful for your time.
I grew colder as the morning passed.
and affection weaned from your eyes with each new sip.
I tried to make myself new again-
to warm myself with the sun.
But heat eluded me.
Almost empty, you looked at me,
swirling me around in your hand
deciding if I was worth your time
Was I worth the last few drops?
Your lips touched me and you snarled.
as you found me bitter and ice cold.
So you began to pack your bags.
When you stood up, my whole being rattled.
I thought I might just fall off and shatter on the floor.
I hoped I would.
I watched you leave, too lifeless to follow
too empty to run after you.
My aroma was gone, and I had nothing left to call you back.
Could you not have drained me dry?
at least then people would know that I once tasted sweet.
Instead you left me here at this table with an ounce of life left in me
as if to say that I didn’t live up to your hype.
as if to say that I wasn’t worth taking with you.
And so I remain here at this table and watch another couple walk up
“Do you think someone is sitting here? She asks him.
“No,” he replies, “they’re long gone.”
And to save me from my shame, he picks me up
and deposits me in the trash.
rebekah.eckard 