Weird Wednesday Love Poem No. 5

prompt - ‘a cup of really bad coffee’

She’s never said a word,

but I know she must think my coffee is terrible,

because when she makes the coffee,

she drinks half the pot.

(And it’s a big pot.)

When I make the coffee

she sips at a cup

and smiles at me over the rim

and kisses me goodbye when she leaves

and when I go to wash the dishes later

even that cup’s not empty.

I think the reason she hasn’t told me

she thinks my coffee is terrible

is because she knows 

I don’t think it’s terrible.

On the days I make the coffee,

I drink half the pot.

So I think,

she thinks

really bad coffee

is just part of being in a relationship.

I think

this espresso machine

is worth every penny I paid for it.

Especially when the chrome catches her gaze,

and there’s a twinkle in her eyes when she turns to me

and she laughs

and calls me, “Love”.