Do you remember when we drank coffee together
That one morning? And I was
Writing you a letter, but I stopped when you walked in
So we drank coffee together and laughed.
Then separated.
And that was the last time you and I have laughed together
And I miss your smile. And I miss your laughter.
And I wish there was vanilla coffee cream for this bitter taste
You leave in my mouth and in my mind.
But you just walk away. You want to live alone.
So I think I have to accept somewhere along this road
Dark and lonely and desperate for a streetlight,
That my coffee is too bitter for you.
And while I like my coffee bitter
Because it makes the sweet things, the vanilla and the cinnamon
So much sweeter,
You are looking for a roast that is mellow. That will not
Challenge you. That will not
Test you.
And I can't promise you that.
But you will always be welcome back to me
To drink coffee. Even when you're bitter. Even when you're angry.
And I will make it sweet for you.