You left a mark beneath your cup
Round and soft, like waking up
Not a stain, not something wrong
Just a sign you stayed too long
The coaster caught the heat you gave
Like a memory I still save
You don’t mean to leave a trace
But I feel it in this place
Coaster ring upon the wood
Looks like love, and feels so good
Even silence has a cling
To that faded little ring
You don’t shout or carve your name
But your warmth still does the same
Not in gold or precious things—
Just the way your coffee clings
Round and soft, like waking up
Not a stain, not something wrong
Just a sign you stayed too long
The coaster caught the heat you gave
Like a memory I still save
You don’t mean to leave a trace
But I feel it in this place
Coaster ring upon the wood
Looks like love, and feels so good
Even silence has a cling
To that faded little ring
You don’t shout or carve your name
But your warmth still does the same
Not in gold or precious things—
Just the way your coffee clings