Dixie PerfectTouch Cups – Love Left With an Empty Cup
Inside my Dixie cup was coffee finished a few minutes ago. It was my solace as I sat alone on a bench in a wooded park. The cup kept it hot from first sip to last gulp, and I suspect keeps any drink as cold as mine was warm. I sat hoping the girl I met the afternoon before would bring the same smile she left with.
An hour ago, I hope she thought, “Sorry, really, I am, but John and I are back together.”
Two hours ago, she did nothing. I waited.
Three hours ago, she texted, “Ran into an old friend. He and I are catching up. See you soon.”
Four hours ago, she called to say she’d be a few minutes late.
Five hours ago, she emailed to say she was looking forward to seeing me.
Six hours ago, I woke, remembering meeting her 18 hours prior in this park.
“We should walk again,” she said. “Same time tomorrow?”
Time passes properly, hour-by-hour, as does hope. As you wait, have a good cup of coffee kept warm by a Dixie cup with an appropriate lid. Time will not stop because of it, but it will be more pleasant as it goes. Be sure the ones you buy have lids as some things should not be spilled.
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Are we down here? There’s nothing to see. Well, since you are here, “My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains.” John Keats wrote that.