The cup waits patiently, As if it has nowhere else to be. Coffee cools at its own pace, Teaching me not to rush wisdom. The chair remembers my shape, Even when I forget it. A crumb of silence sits on the saucer, Undisturbed, undefeated. Thoughts arrive like late trains, Apologetic, unnecessary. I let them pass without boarding. The clock clears its throat, But I do not answer. Steam rises, proof that something warm, Still wants to leave gently. Outside, ambition ties its shoes, Inside, I walk barefoot. This moment asks nothing impressive, Only that I stay. I sip slowly, As if the day might crack, If handled too fast. Somewhere ahead, effort waits, But here, ease is enough. The mug empties, Not with loss, But with completion.
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