Morning light hits the kitchen floor

Coffee grounds scattered on the counter

I move through familiar motions

Half awake, but my hands remember

The water's getting hot

Your chair sits empty now

Strange how routine feels different

When you're not around

Two mugs in the cabinet, but I only need one

The coffee's still brewing, but something's undone

Two mugs in the cabinet, gathering dust

One's yours, one's mine, and mine's enough

Remember how you'd steal my cup

Said yours made the coffee taste stronger

I'd find it by the window sill

Cold and forgotten, hours later

Now I measure out just enough

For a single morning serving

But muscle memory betrays me

As I reach up for two without thinking

Two mugs in the cabinet, but I only need one

The coffee's still brewing, but something's undone

Two mugs in the cabinet, gathering dust

One's yours, one's mine, and mine's enough

(Should I box yours away?)

(Put it somewhere out of sight?)

But then I'd have to admit

That you're not coming back tonight

So I leave them both up there

A morning reminder, a quiet prayer

And each day it hurts a little less

Making coffee just for one

(Just for one)

(Just for one)