Tim Hortons Letters

I'll curse the letters of TIM HORTONS to always draw me in. The thought of flavored Timbits calling freshly from within. Their steamy cup of coffee brewed to wash them down in gulp. Where flavor's more for chewing up than swallowed down in pulp. The tables hard to anything for holding arms at rest. Relaxing from the surface of to help your food digest. Where panning through the area will make you feel at ease. The comfort of the people there to satisfy and please. The time going by too quickly for the need to up and go. Where fear of what your leaving there means something more to know. A disappointing moment of a curse to keep in mind. Though thoughts of soon returning mean to others of your kind.