From the Espresso Machine
This morning,
I was so happy.
Clean and ready to work.
I thought you would care.
Care enough to clean me,
remove all the espresso grinds,
from that circle part of me.
But you didn’t
You didn’t care enough.
You left me dirty,
gritty.
All you did was wipe me down,
then leave.
Ashley loves me though.
She came at night and saw,
saw that I needed her.
So she rolled up her sleeves,
and cleaned me.
*sigh*
I lover her.