The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

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 © | Year Posted 2022

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