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1/4th is the saddest number in the whole of existence.
Always the last.
The last 1/4th of beer
The last 1/4th of coffee.
Too warm to swallow
Too cool to sip.
Filled with backwash and crumbs of breakfast, lunch, dessert.
What we leave behind, what we can't stomach to finish, or to gulp down.
Something that was so lovingly enjoyed just minutes before.
Now:
A wrinkle of nose
A shudder from head to toe.
A mental shrug and quiet justification that it's small enough to just toss out
Without being considered wasteful.
Always the last.
The last 1/4th of beer
The last 1/4th of coffee.
Too warm to swallow
Too cool to sip.
Filled with backwash and crumbs of breakfast, lunch, dessert.
What we leave behind, what we can't stomach to finish, or to gulp down.
Something that was so lovingly enjoyed just minutes before.
Now:
A wrinkle of nose
A shudder from head to toe.
A mental shrug and quiet justification that it's small enough to just toss out
Without being considered wasteful.