—the mug you meant to finish, left to chill into a small monument of neglect

You brewed it hot, you meant it strong,
You swore this time it won’t go wrong.
The cup sat close, the steam was clear,
A promise whispered: I am here.
But work piled high, the hours slipped,
The warmth was gone, the moment flipped.

You found it cold, you found it thin,
A drink abandoned, discipline.
The flavor flat, the sweetness dead,
An echo of what’s left unsaid.
You sipped it once, you sipped the past,
And knew good things don’t ever last.

Not bitter now, not sweet, not true—
Just cooled intention, steeped in you.

📜 Cooled Intention – The Recipe

Ingredients:

Instructions:
Brew coffee. Place it near your hand. Forget about it for two hours. Sip cold, flat, and joyless. Serve with regret.