A Starbucks Mug

Today I broke my favorite Starbucks mug

I cleaned up the mess and cried.

But I didn't cry because of the cup itself

or the delicious coffee inside...

I cried because of the memories that that cup held

long talks, long classes...

Or decisions cookies preferably gingerbread or molasses...

I had a cup identical to that before 

until I dropped it on the Shortess Chapel floor

Keturah laughed at me because 

I swore to replace it because I just loved it so.

For weeks she called me Butterfingers...

That mug was the center of our jokes!

Now I feel like I'm the mug,

& I'm the thing that broke.

I could replace the cup,

12.99 at Starbucks...

But, I can't replace my friend

& that reality sucks.

That mug is me...

broken pieces,

& shattered on the floor

for everyone to see.

Everyone helping to clean the mess

No one knowing what to do next.

I prepare for Birthdays & Anniversaries,

things that made our friendship cool...

But it's the random things that 

trigger memories that just break my heart in two.

Well,

I could replace the cup,

12.99 at Starbucks...

But, I can't replace my very best friend

& that reality... sucks!