Thirst and Last

I smell you in every shot of my espresso.
That sweet scent i cannot resist.
That aroma, our first coffee shop date.
You were my stamina; my awakening.

I feel you in my every grain of sugar.
That touch of flavor, that connection in between.
That bliss of being mine.

I taste you in every drop of my beer.
That bitter flavor of our Friday romance.
You were my alcohol; my spell.

I see you in every pulp of my orange juice, easily bursting.
That weakness, that vulnerability.
You were fragile, that i did not see.

I hear you in the sound of my shattering glass of tea.
That impact of choices.
That pain that bruised our perfection.

Farewell, My bittersweet romance.
I will be taking water instead.


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