Seventeen
Seventeen.
Seventeen cups of coffee.
Seven years ago.
They met.
Awkward, but willing.
To meet again.
They dated.
One loved coffee.
He drank no more than seventeen cups a day.
The other hated coffee with his entire being.
Two years later.
One lost to time.
The other screamed and yelled, 'No'.
But the person he needed, he could not find.
A year later.
Anniversary.
He found a ring,
In the pocket of their hoodie.
He screamed.
He cried.
But the person he loved,
He could not find.
Coffee.
Coffee.
His love drank coffee.
Now did he.
Four more years.
He's back at the park.
The park where they met.
With his seventeenth cup.
Acceptance.
He's accepted it.
All the coffee he's drunk.
Ends with this last cup.
His seventeenth cup.
Seventeen.
Seventeen cups of coffee.
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