still broken

alone in the morning sun
enjoying the calm
make myself a coffee
let it warm my fingertips

as the cream clouds my coffee
i feel the pull of your memory
and i slip into the haze

your warmth
your creamy skin
so smooth
so soft
like heaven in my hands

back to my coffee
satisfying
and i work through my day
remain that way
until i reach for my phone
hun, it's happening again

i stumble and fall
broken thoughts
of wanting
kissing you

your face
fingers in mine

and circles are the theme of my life
because i return to myself
now
sometimes with a smile
this time
with a smile