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I, cried all day
Not today tho
Or even yesterday
It's been a while
But I've been trying ever since
To figure out what the Hell
My problem was
I'm not much of a weeper
Usually
That day however
I couldn't stop
Fat tears seeping
All day
No racking sobs for me
Just endless raindrops
Trailing
Tracks down my face
It's been a while
But I've figured it out
That day
I missed my morning mocha
My personal ritual
Shared
With millions of people
In every country in the world
With the possible exception of England
(where they, of course, drink tea)
Not very personal then I guess
But mine
I can make a mocha last for hours
Little infusions of happy
Every fifteen minutes.
Like clockwork
I sip
You who drink five cups before noon
You don't understand
You can drink your watered down
Flavorless brew
Call it your wake up cup
It's been a while
But since I've acknowledged existence
Joy riddled days
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wildsweetoneabout 17 years agoi mentioned this poem in the New Poem Review thread in the Poetry Forum - wildsweetone
