There is a reason why you drink so much coffee;
I can see right through your veneer
But I suppose everyone's lips would curl while being handed a mug of caffeinated bliss
If they, too, were kept awake by the abrasive screams of regret.
Your presence feels like the first time I was unnoticed and passed by the ice cream truck as a child.
We used to lose ourselves in conversation
But Time has burdened us,
And She continues to drag us further apart.
Do you still feel it?
Or was it hopelessly unrequited?
That night our lips first became familiar with each other's
I couldn't tell the difference between what was happening
And the first time I watched the sun rise.
Now I am undecided if you are a  breath of fresh air or secondhand smoke
But I don't want to talk unless I can relive those days
When I was unable to distinguish between your voice and Sunday morning church bells