An evening alone
Thinking over a mug, filled to the brim
With heat, and sweetness.
Waking in the morning,
The cup is now room temperature and slightly bitter
But it helps to get through the day.
The cup is cold and strong.
Reheating the mug,
Stewing in the bath to reheat yourself.
Climbing back into bed and realizing that the cup will always be there when you need it. On the bedside table waiting, or patient in the cupboard.