Dear Coffee
Dear coffee I need him like I need you;
My tears won’t dry they keep running,
heart in ruin I don’t know what to do;
That reflection can’t be who I’m becoming;
All I can taste is the lattes he made me
blended with laughter and music he’d sing;
I see his shadow outside where he would be;
Particles dissolve along with a speaker
collapsing into the taste of discarded coffee;
Not hearing his voice now is too much to bare,
I want so badly for him to be right here.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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