The aftertaste of coffee
Is a lot like the taste of regret
I take pleasure in letting the bitterness steep
As I roll it around on my tongue
Careful not to let it escape as sigh
Or a puff of cigarette smoke
I let it saturate my lungs
As I inhale nostalgia
Searing my throat and scarring tissue
Fill my days with cheap alcohol
And nights with missed opportunies
For love or bad ***

But happiness that is a different thing
The first taste of coffee with cream and sugar
The sickly sweet scent of burning tobacco
Filling me with memories of ghosts
The third drink and the first time I met her
Before it all went wrong

It is all part of the experience
The good and the bad
Happiness leads to regret
But that never stopped me before