Every morning I sit on the table

And everything looks so banal

Until you sit with me on your silver tray

Every morning I sit on the table

And your fragrance fills up the air

I drink your bitterness because

I did not want to change you but

Only to feel your warmth in my lips

Every morning I sit on the table

Listening to your drops falling in the coffee machine

They are your voice

I wake up

You call my name

I live