one thousand memories
from one thousand days
my early mornings
and tears at midnight
holding onto sanity
with my porcelain mug

from lover to hater
from tea to coffee
each day passes
with me driving
at full speed
with my porcelain mug

slurping, sipping, sighing
in front of the fire
behind the pages of a novel
with my porcelain mug

with every step I take
and every sickness I fake
it’s always there,
my porcelain mug.