Ode to my favorite coffee mug, Jerry

This is a sad story about my favourite mug. This is a sad story about how I fell out of love.

Crack of dawn, November 2012
I had class that morning
Made a cup of coffee
Piping hot, it poured through the crack
A crack I'd noticed a whole year back
I'd seen this coming
Somehow, still, I wasn't any less sad

My favourite mug had just broken
Big, round, the color of coffee
And the place I'd bought it from had shut down
Overall, crappy morning

I called you up
'Babe, that crack on Jerry finally gave out'
Yea, I'd named it, Jerry was my mug
Without a pause or hesitation you said
'Just get a new one'

Can't recall in verbatim the conversation
But I remember things like
'It's just a mug'
'So what? I'm sure there's places that sell similar ones'
I couldn't get you to say 'I'm sorry'

February 2013,
Piping hot, everything came pouring through the cracks
Cracks I'd noticed a whole year back
We'd seen this coming
Funny though, this time I wasn't so sad