This weekend was one of the longest and shortest weekends of my life.
And for that I share a single Starbucks cup image and poem to reflect it all…
My Starbucks siren you are always at my aid,
My cup is always full.
My Starbucks siren you provided a way,
My cup became an overflow.
My Starbucks siren you knew it would go this way,
My cup was instantly broken.
My Starbucks siren knew all this too shall fade,
My cup will eternally be open.