Coffee

Many moons from now, while rocking my chair to the brazen chords of a hot summer shower, I would watch my fat kitten knock a coffee mug off the window sill. Unflinchingly, I will stare as my leftover coffee buries your unopened letters; my name calmly disappearing under the murky mess. A lot would have happened through the years; things that are meant to change. Laughter and failure. Life will erase the brief snatches of sorrow and pain and take us to a place where the past means so little. Till then I shall hold onto you like you shield me from death. Till then my memories will weigh more than the leftover coffee.