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.