The Coffee is Bitter Today
I don't know why.
I added the same sugar,
poured from the same tin.
But it reminds me of farewells
those spoken casually,
like we wouldn't miss each other.
Like love could be scheduled.
This bitterness
it's not the coffee.
It's remembering your face only through photos
your voice buried beneath children's laughter.
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