Rim on my teacup

It is morning and the sun kisses the rim of my cup.
Such simple pleasures that I taste each morning.
Words of praise for the memory of you.
Shall they anoint my lips?
My lips remember yours early this morning.
The sweetness that you left behind.
Memories laced with a promise of tomorrow…

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