A False God
I find salvation each morning
In that first cup of coffee
No matter my sins from the night before
There is a promise rising
From that warm mug
It pulls me close, gathers me
Plays with me and offers
More time, more energy, more
But then I have consumed it
I see the porcelain at the bottom
Barely coated and cold
By the time I pour that second serving
The potential has faded
And only my habit remains
— by me
Painting: Cup of Comfort by Todd Horne
sometimesihatemycat 
Smiles at this. Clever and thoughtful.
It is a true love story about me and that first cup of coffee…which always goes by way too quickly. Sigh… Thanks for reading and commenting.
Of course, I also almost always lose that second cup of coffee somewhere in this house. I set it down and wander around confused, looking for it. It’s funny, that never happens with the first cup. Some metaphor for love I suppose.
Tea has the same effect. And yes, the second is allowed to go cold or is lost somewhere. Perhaps a metaphor, indeed.
🙂