Time Flies... And Then You'Re Done Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Taste the coffee, taste the smoke.
Stir the tea, try not to choke.
The days are longer, like summer came too soon.
I miss the cold days in fall that seemed like seconds with you.
You and I and a red framed bed.
Pressing my lips gently on your head.
I was in love, what was I to you?
Something less notable, something less true?
Just a best friendship with a wrong turn?
I try to move forward and try to learn.
800 miles and almost a year ago,
I held you one last time, and then you let go.