There is coffee to be washed
from the bottom of cups,
Floors to be washed,
laundry to be done,
essays and invoices to be written.
The sky is still dark.
Morning’s coffee with sugar and whole milk;
I am fattening on your absence.
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Scraps: by Bonnie McClellan
Bonnie McClellan-Broussard 
Those few lines hint at a wider scene, a bigger story, Bonnie. I like them.
Thanks John, I’m glad this poem sparked your imagination.