A pile of whipped cream
drizzled with generous syrup
Lovely, lovely lines of caramel
drowns in a pool of caffeine
Over hastily smoking lips
Alternating between sips and puffs
Until the delicious blend of both worlds rolled around sweet in the system.
It used to be your lips that touch that familiar green straw
Used to be what you hold...
over that long talk by the playground.
Now I continue over the tradition.
In a time of day.
Where the afternoon sun seeps into my skin.
Soaking the rays of warmth that left my soul.
As I sit alone with the cup on my hand.
Bitterly flicking away ashes
Forcing it to be the yesterdays.
But to no avail.
Something will always be missing
Always today and for the next days to come...
Life will never be the same.
/** the things you think about when drinking coffee, my addiction for Starbucks has piled to a whopping 5 planners over the holiday season, having all the baristas know me, and mixing me special drinks...but still, I will always long for my favorite coffee partner...**/
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