Two Cups Remembering

(soft sigh) (hm-mm-mm) The kettle screams,

the morning sun is cold

I grab the porcelain,

faded, chipped, and old

Two spoons of sugar,

just the way you like

Forgetting for a second

who's alive

Forty years of waking up with you

It's a habit that my hands still choose to do

I set two coffee cups upon the wood

Then the quiet

hurts me like it should (oh-oo-oh)

I catch my hand

before I pour the cream

And wake up from

the safety of the dream

One cup is steaming,

the other sitting dry

Forty years, and I still don't know why

They say that time will make the routine fade

But I still live in this house we made

And every morning when the sunlight breaks

It's the same mistake

my heart makes (ahhh)

I leave the second cup

right by the stove

A quiet monument

to forty years of love (hm-mm-mm)