Remains

Kept the mug with a thud,

Coffee brimmed,

Anger coated,

The circle of rim swinging,

Into ellipses,

Losing the edge of the ellipse,

With each swing…

And when finally,

The mug got emptied,

And taken away,

The dry remains on the table,

Of a once swung ellipse,

And emotion,

Of a spilled coffee,

And confusion,

Of a fallen flavour,

And frustration,

Remain,

Etched.