A warm, empty mug
My favorite coffee shop closed. It's not the first time this has happened to me...
Only a few years ago I was recovering from the loss of my first. Each, a piece of my heart gone, yet now a heart of stone... conditioned...unstoppable. So life grinds on, I sit perched in a less favorite coffee shop.
I think about them... how they felt... about holding on... they parade past my minds eye. Moments we shared...smiles we gave...tears we cried...pouting...jabs and backfists...savage words and thoughtless actions...comfort.
Analyzing, though I shouldn't, after these years I realize I needed them to close. To walk the gauntlet cradling a cup in fear of splashing those you love is to live in fear. Comfort and convenience are not life. Sometimes, the obtuse are more enlightened than the quick. I wouldn't trade where I am for ten of where I was.
The SugarCube is a loss. A loss for her captains...I was priveledged to know them. A good crew was lost. Of course, for the inmates of an asylum afloat in a sea of unrelenting storm...a loss. I have remarked my aquantainces there are largely insane, but I've always been stark raving mad, that's why I love the sea...
Only a few years ago I was recovering from the loss of my first. Each, a piece of my heart gone, yet now a heart of stone... conditioned...unstoppable. So life grinds on, I sit perched in a less favorite coffee shop.
I think about them... how they felt... about holding on... they parade past my minds eye. Moments we shared...smiles we gave...tears we cried...pouting...jabs and backfists...savage words and thoughtless actions...comfort.
Analyzing, though I shouldn't, after these years I realize I needed them to close. To walk the gauntlet cradling a cup in fear of splashing those you love is to live in fear. Comfort and convenience are not life. Sometimes, the obtuse are more enlightened than the quick. I wouldn't trade where I am for ten of where I was.
The SugarCube is a loss. A loss for her captains...I was priveledged to know them. A good crew was lost. Of course, for the inmates of an asylum afloat in a sea of unrelenting storm...a loss. I have remarked my aquantainces there are largely insane, but I've always been stark raving mad, that's why I love the sea...
2 Comments:
Someone needs to stop the Starbucks/Dunkin Donuts coup.
By Colby, at 9:13 AM
Well written article.
By Anonymous, at 1:03 AM
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