It was just a drinking mug
And not so very fine.
But it was the only thing left
From an old romance of mine.

It was a gift from this friend.
A memento of a trip she took.
To drink from it was to remind me
Of the first time I watched her cook.

Another memory that now makes me smile
But at the time wasn’t much fun
Were those nights I walked her dog
Until his duty was done.

She had just a little place,
An apartment on the second floor.
The first time I went to see her
I cou1dn't find her door.

It’s a wonder I didn’t get shot
As I went from place to place
Hoping that when a door was opened
I would see her face.

This mug was big, and heavy
And held quite a lot
Coffee was what I usually drank.
Hot coffee that hit the spot.

I thought this mug of mine
Would be with me for life.
It was something I could hold
When there was stress and strife.

But like this old romance of mine
The mug didn’t last forever.
It started with a little crack
I didn’t think big enough to sever.

But it wasn’t long before the break
Was causing lots of trouble.
The mug, it’s liquid began to drip.
My romance? Just a burst bubble.

The romance was over long ago.
The drinking mug lasted longer.
I'll miss this old mug of mine
Much more than I miss her.

jhs