The Return of the Mug

Dear Friend,
There was once was a coffee mug that was very special to me
You broke it and and another said there was symbolism to see
heart ached and even tears deserted me
and the world thought this crash would set me free
yes it did... in some ways
but my friend i don't think love ever goes away
The broken pieces have been replaced
but not his memory and nobody can take his place
and so i shall drink coffee and more
protect this one and give u washing detergent way before
can't drag this cheesy poem anymore
i feel like an infatuated kid in grade four!!