Tragedy in the Starbucks

It was so young,

Only seconds old.

It’s creation still a marvel,

And with that excitement, 

Came a wave of fear,

Tears,

Grief.

And that’s why I’ve called you here.

To hold hands in this sticky, sticky time,

To remember the little time it  had,

And appreciate the years, decades we’ve lived,

Often without a second thought

As to the wonder of our perceived immortality.

The end to it’s life came

 before it had truly begun to live.

Oh, Java Chip Frappuchino,

I pity the janitor who must come clean your dropped soul from the Harris Teeter floor,

And I pity the lips (mine) that will not taste you.