Two story museum: a poem

I was inspired by you.
Woke up at 6am.
"Good morning Holy Spirit."
Rushed downstairs to make your favorite,
a hot cappuccino.
Well, not too hot,
you wouldn't enjoy it as much.
The smell of Ethiopian coffee beans.
Yirgacheffe Birhanu
fills our two story museum. 
As the water warms,
I walk to the dozen roses
you bought me last week.
They are still blooming 
beautifully.
They rest in the black vase
I bought for you last year. 
Matches your cufflinks.

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Oh! 
"Not too hot"
I remember.
I rush towards the kitchen,
past our photo frame
with the picture of when 
we first met.
Whew!
"That was close"
I grab a mug,
the one that says 
"Just a word."
I know mine mean
the world 
to you.
The other mug is in the sink.
So I grab a clean one from the 
shelf. 
The one that says
"SpaceX"
I have a lot to thank him for. 

***
Okay, Okay.
It's all ready.
Gently balancing
as I go up the stairs.
Careful not to spill 
on the red rug. 
"Good morning sweet.
Your favorite. 
With just a dash of
light brown."

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