Often confusing

Cappucino

I had my first cappuccino in a mall,
Don't remember much, I was small.
Just it was bitter and not that tall,
Why drink bitter was my thought.
It was a cold night, winter, maybe fall.
Though there were no leaves to walk on.
It was a small place, a local palace.
Few steps from my home, I trotted along.
This hot cup sat and I saw.
Something bitter something good, something new.
You don't know it then, it's not about your tongue.
But for those around the table, their faces gone.
I don't remember, I don't want to sully my mind.
Cappuccino memories are not my type.
Two floors I had to climb, every night.
A walk among the streets of colors and lights.
Cappuccino memories, of bubbles and cars.
A whole world for me under the stars.
The moon was my sun, all I had.
Just that hour of sweetness I could hold onto,
Until they became a past I couldn't leave,
Sweet then sour, and bitter finally.
And in the end it wasn't the coffee's bite I sought.
Cappuccino memories, bittersweet,
A little drink I sip, just for me.
A bitterness I seek.