as i sip this cup of coffee
something's missing
the tongue searches for it
in every bit of coffee beans
it tastes bitter
no more sweet
like it used to be
when i'm with thee
but the horror i felt
as i found the missing piece
of our secret recipe
of this bittersweet concoction
the beauty from within
of every granule when pressed
the aroma lingers in
as it roams around our mess
thus, realizing it is not the same
how could it be so cruel
that every memory
soon to fade
maybe it was forgotten
or missed when mixed
that either honey or sugar
no longer tastes sweet
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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.
