Poetry Challenge II

In silence I sit and watch that old movie
You know the one,
The one that brings back memories of a breakfast only half remembered now
Sticky cinnamon rolls on white plates before us
Our laughter ringing out and birds singing their morning song
Our red cups, bright and shiny
Sit on my shelf gathering dust
I can still smell the coffee, rich and dark (mine with milk and sugar)
Yours as dark as you liked it

I switch off the projector and sit, once more,
In silence