I hate watching things go to waste
Like a cup of hot chocolate purchased before first period
Your teacher makes you leave it outside, in the cold
You set it down regretfully,
It's tantalizing aroma making it almost painful to let go of the warmth
You eye it there in it's perfect Starbucks cup, hoping that maybe, just maybe it will wait for you
Class is useless
The simmering beverage is all you think about:
You long to see it again,
You can almost taste the chocolatey-goodness;
But when you go outside, you find that it has changed
Most of the warmth is gone
It is not yet frigid, but somehow not quite the same
A sad little lukewarm brown cup is all that remains
You wish you could fix it somehow,
But you're too lazy to find a microwave
So you leave it there,
Try to let it go, and move on with your day
Poor little cup of wasted potential,
A consumerist reminder of what almost was
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