A coffee that I drank without you,
A coffee called Mocha
I hardly swallowed it down
Without you the coffee was nothing.
In a café that I was in until midnight
A cold sweat occupied my body
My eyes frozen in a photo
I was tearful.
In a cold glass opposite a window
My grey-hair lit up like neon
Tell me my dear. Please tell me!
Why did you leave me last night alone?
The coffee that I drank without you
Cold, hot… even Mocha,
Made it clear in my mind
Without YOU no coffee could be swallowed.
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I love the sheer heart and complex simplicity of your message. Its not how you take it that makes it taste good, its who you take it with that does. Thank you for sharing.