On occasion I drink coffee in the evenings.
I place my cup on the bedside table.
Next to the books I’m currently fixed on.
On this particular day — I was heavy.
First arguments in fresh relationships hit hard.
They hit harder on people in recovery.
I am the type that cries and then wants to love.
Without the crying— he partially is too.
He tries to help me gather myself again.
There is a humor with clumsiness.
It shows its face at the worst of times.
He grabs my cup to take it to the kitchen.
Or should I say knocks the cup over.
Coffee floods the bedside table with speed.
My books are now a new dam built in my room.
Page after page stopping the flood.
All I can say is “my new books” and cry.
All he can say is “damnit” and sigh.
I loved him more in that moment.
Than I had ever loved him before.
Now as I read these books and smile.
I think of the argument that didn’t matter
Anymore — because my books have coffee stains.
About this poem
This poem reflects on a time when my relationship, being new at the time, had its first dysfunctional moment. My partner tried to make things better and ended up making them worse in a comical way.
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