Another Cup

I was just thinking
about the differences
between our marriage
and the new relationship
I find myself in.
Trying to decide to stay here
or come back home.
Weighing out the pros and cons
as if the situation presented itself
in such convenient terms
of black or white.

How ironic
that as I pour myself another cup
of coffee
from his white coffee pot,
I think of how much more efficient
and expensive our black one was.
How much longer it lasted.
Then I realize, it's not really the color
of the appliance that matters here
but the strength
of what I pour
in my cup.