—the last sip, the end of the ritual, the silence after the caffeine storm
The counter’s clean, the pot is still,
The hum of dawn has had its fill.
The grounds are cold, the cup laid bare,
A trace of life still hanging there.
You stare, you wait, the clock ticks on,
The war is over, brew long gone.
The stains remain, the scent is ghost,
A morning habit turned to host.
You feel the calm, you fear the ache,
The world resets with every wake.
The beans are gone, the grinder mute,
The silence sharp, the end absolute.
You think of brewing one more round,
But some peace lives in empty sound.
📜 Ground Zero – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 0 oz Coffee (what remains after everything)
- 1 Empty Mug (proof of persistence)
- Garnish: The faint smell of what once mattered
Instructions:
Let the kettle cool. Leave the mug untouched. Sit in the silence, count your breaths, hear your pulse. This is the aftertaste of survival. Bitter, clean, and still.