The Heart And The Mind

c o f f e e

when you drive through town

i hope you pass by my favorite cafe

and i hope it makes you think about me

how i always preferred iced coffee than hot

and the last time you took me there

i got hot coffee because that particular flavor

smelled like you and your vanilla smile

and when i drank my throat scorched 

i swore to never drink hot coffee again

and i hope that memory hurts you

just as that coffee hurt me