I blink, rub my eyes, blink again,
I glance at the wall clock, 5 a.m.
It's chilly.
I tiptoe my way to the balcony,
The door's slightly ajar,
I peek,
There you are,
a fresh cup of coffee in your hand.
You wrap your fingers around it,
the cup clatters as your nails brush past it,
you enjoy the heat
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