I follow the trail of water

I follow the trail of water
With the tip of my finger,
Your coffee cup left
A ring on the counter
In the place where I had
Left it to dry.
I do not remember where
This digit journey began,
Or where it might end,
This slow tracing of the past
In my mind, I can see you,
Lifting the mug to your lips,
To drink the last drops
Of coffee, before racing away
Never remembering to kiss me
The water is cold now,
And the hour later still.
I take a dry cloth, and
Wipe away the last trace of

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

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