This is What I Do

by Joanna Chen


when you are gone.
I make coffee. I do

not drink it. The coffee
grows cold with me. I
get back into bed. Look

for warmth under still
warm covers. I miss you

drearily, painfully. Embrace
the day and wait for
it to end. I make coffee.

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