Joe by Candice Snyder

today was going well-
no dreams of you
last night,
no thoughts of you
the morning after
you left a hand-
written note with
a half-hearted
apology for years
wasted,
just one
steaming hot cup
of coffee because
you liked tea.
today was going well-
until I see your face
in the used grounds
sitting next to me
like you used to do,
smiling as our fingers
perfectly interlaced.