Love Lost

I've Watched my Grandfather Mourn the Last of his Coffee.
The Last Scoop.
The Kettle Over a Medium Flame.
Slow to Boil.
He Watched the Water.
He Sighed.
The Weekly Funeral Procession.
Taking the last of the Bottle to it's Murky Grave.
He Sipped It's Eulogy.
But Remained Strong.
He Never Cried.
Never.

A Lost Love.