Before the coffee gets cold

 Just another normal morning

Me trying to be my solace

After you left. 

My mother brings in her tea

And my brewed coffee, 

Looks at me with the cups 

In her hands

To find me, struggling to run my errands

For days and days

Just trying to hold my tears

She asks me to sit down 

And asks me "are you okay?"

I can't look at her 

With the same eyes that saw you

In your prettiest form, 

How do I answer "no" to her question

With the same mouth that kissed you

So I just sit there

As my coffee gets cold

And I haven't answered her yet

But she has finished her tea.