A Teacup at One in the Morning
I wrapped both hands around the cup of tea gone cold. The streetlamp light outside lingers quietly in the room, then goes.
I wrapped both hands around the cup of tea gone cold. The streetlamp light outside lingers quietly in the room, then goes.
Before the coffee left in the dawn air went fully cold, I saw a window in the next building turn off its light. Only after that light went out could I finally try to sleep.