The morning cup of coffee
holds the bitter
black drink
of memories,
as she looks into
its inky soul
and considers,
in this unwanted
fragment of time,
the moments of
unforgiving pain,
so long ago,
so recent,
that run
invisibly through
her body
with a feeling
as bitter as
these ebony drops,
with no sweet milk
or sugary cube
to dull the intensity
of its blackness.
29/9/2015