I’ve sad news.
My toddler broke my coffee mug. It was black and square-shaped. I had it for almost ten years.
Now only broken shards remain of a once majestic cup. My purveyor of sanity is gone. My loyal sidekick is no more. The end of a very long chapter came tumbling to a shattering conclusion.
To think that such small hands possess the power to end an era. To drastically alter the course of things with such painful finality.
In one bumbling sweep she turned the tangible to untouchable memory.
My sanity shall mourn you, my Cup of Gifts. My muse shall weave an ode of loss and it shall take hostage my senses until your memory fades to a dull, wintry ache.
I shall miss you terribly.
I already do…