Hot Coco

Its 20 minutes to nine o'clock.
I sit, legs crossed, drinking hot coco.
It burns my tongue, and I wonder
When will I learn, to let it cool off first?

The taste is sweet and dry.
I let it warm my body
And start feeling strange.

I look into the cup,
the left over dark chocolate at the bottom
it smells good
but tastes dry and bitter.

I think of my life
as I stare into the cup.
I think and think.
Its Christmas,

So Why am I so down?

I feel like I am about to cry
When the phone of my mind rings

Its my brother calling

My brother is calling

And I feel a joy in my heart that I cannot describe.

As I hold the phone to my heart I whisper the words
that I wished to say everyday

"I've missed you...I love you"...