“Missing Carafe”

I hate it when memories
cause pain
but at least
when it happens
I give it to God
and breathe in truth

remembering being passed out
the kids surprising me with coffee
but had forgotten to set the pot
in place
so coffee went everywhere
waking in a panic
screaming at their little faces

when all they wanted to do
was surprise me

memories with pain
don’t belong to me
they’re accusations
triggered by
something

but I’m telling you
triggers don’t need to exist
for me
this one is gone

the pain is dead

forgotten by God
being forgotten by me
hopefully forgotten by the kids
whom I love so dearly

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