Double Tall Mocha

Her hand grabs the coffee in front of me,
And I see she's wearing my ring.
I almost add vomit to her double tall mocha,
Instead of whipped cream.
All I can do to keep from making a scene
Is to listen to her story of "how it all worked out..."
How true, lasting love does exist--
Not just in the world,
but in my neighborhood.
Хвала Бога.
You do come through.