Familiar Things

Dried coffee rings on the page of my notebook

Just another thing I can now overlook

Where, once I would feel taint and shame

I know now every stain has a name

Like the first dent in my hydroflask

Or the first crack in my iPhone glass

The first fray in my homemade mask

My white shoes scuffed as I walked too close, too fast

Now these scars are familiar things

Like my endearing coffee rings


Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

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