Percolate

Every morning I woke up
You handed me a coffee cup
And poured it with a smile that filled the room

Now that room is cold and dark
And my days never seem to start
That's why I'm hoping you will come back soon

If I close my eyes
Or drink hard enough
You may come back riding on the moon

Until that day, it seems my fate
Is to watch the coffee percolate
And drink it in this dark and dusty room