Forever Lost

My flavor in the coffee cup I drink from has been washed out. The combined experience of flavors for the past couple years have been stricken from the morning weary containment vessel.
In some ways it's like losing a friend. It had grown to become, on the inside, a color other than its natural white. It's was an off beige even after casual scrubbing here at work. But more typically the interior of my mug was a darker mixed hue stained thoroughly over the paths the coffee my take to get to my mouth.

But alas my better half saw it and probably likened it to an open sewer pit, whose colorings were admittedly not too dissimilar. It was dirty and probably accrued some sort of health hazard over its long career. As such it was scrubbed vigorously with the tools designed to do so and washed properly at home. For this I am thankful and do not really miss it.

But now the mug looks new again and in a sense it is completely alien having lost all its familiar markings and stains. Indeed, the taste of the coffee itself has changed somewhat too. That last part being something of a myth to me before and only held in to me in the sense of being vaguely aware that it is a psychosomatic response.

Fair well 'old coffee cup'.