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After My Coffee Turned Cold

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I watched the sky part ways with the final rays of sunlight

I noticed the golden hues quietly recede into twilight

I heard the cacophony ebb away into the eerily tranquil night

I discovered there was life after my coffee turned cold.


I witnessed the world become more home, when I left my heart ajar

I left pieces of myself in acts of kindness, and they travelled wide and afar

I sat with the waves in silence till they washed over my hidden scars

I tasted more of life, after my coffee turned cold.


I lived, and in so doing, I found myself desiring to live more 

I lost myself time and again, and found many surprises in store

I cried till my eyes hurt, I laughed till my sides felt sore

I pressed my cup to my cheeks, and it soothed, even after my coffee turned cold.


I hurt, I screamed, I cried; I forgave, I walked away

I healed, I learned to smile; I hurt again when life came in the way

I wiped up the drops I’d spilled, and gathered the broken pieces of the tray

I allowed myself a second cup, after my coffee turned cold.


I relinquished faith in love, but love made me come around

I revelled in the quiet, heartwarming joy of being found

I experienced love that heals, peace that knows no bound

I shared many joys and sorrows over a cup, after my coffee turned cold.


I learned that all the kindness one can pour out is still some kindness too less

I winced in guilt when I realized I cannot always rid everyone of distress

I brimmed with gratitude when I could heal someone’s pain, and cheer for their success

I spent my most meaningful moments in company after someone’s coffee turned cold.


I found myself mending crevices – mine and the world’s – with gold

I put my trust in time, and it made my tale worth being told

I shifted my eyes from the finish line, and witnessed happiness grow manifold

I lived and loved more fully, when I made peace with my coffee turning cold.


I lived and loved more fully, when 

I made peace with my coffee turning cold.



The Tranquill Poet 🤍

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