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Instant coffee

by the-profound-bond

On a snowy Sunday morning I awoke in a house that was not my own while my friends still slumbered in the next room. Then, I recalled they had said “There is some instant coffee in the cabinet help yourself.” As I grasped the warm cup and took my first sip a tear ran down my cheek. Remember when you had your first apartment? With your sister? Neither of you drank coffee and you had no coffee pot. I drank instant every morning and complained of the bitterness. I haven’t tasted it since then, and it’s all rushing back in a blur of Memories. Remember how we were so young and so I’m love? We couldn’t spend a day apart and I thought we would never have to. I miss your smile, your laugh, the sparkle in your eyes when you said my name. I miss your warmth on this frigid morning. All because of Instant coffee.
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Jan 25
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