Scene In My Coffee Cup

All my boxes
are packed.
My little life.
Taped down.
In disarray.

This house.
Full of memories.
The saddest of things,
taking my breath away.

I sleep light.
Claw at the duvet.
Sit then stand.
A four in the morning summit.
A scene in my coffee cup.

I glance in the mirror.
Not long ago.
I did not know this man.
The one reflecting right here.

Such a troubled mind then.
The things I did to you.
I stumbled and we both fell.
I can now help you off your knees.

These new moments.
Will be all that matters.