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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