Steaming from my mug
The sweet earthy vapors
Awakening my senses
Sitting on the front porch
Old ivory paint cracking
Like the pain in my chest
And the shortness of breath that accompanies
Setting in, setting in
After it simmered in my subconscious
Marinated in my brain
Warm memories of you
Making me wonder where you are
Even though I know your gone...
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