Morning coffee

Fresh brewed like the day, and like the day, they had no time to drink it in. They left it on the counter, steaming, and the day drank it instead. When they came home it was half-gone, stale and strong like them. They warmed it in the microwave and swallowed it down. It kept them awake when they should have been sleeping. They read poems and drew flowers and talked with friends across the ocean. They drank in the night.