17. Coffee
Bitter black coffee, my morning's start,
A routine I crave, with my broken heart.
Each sip reminds me, of what once was,
A love that's gone, with no applause.
The aroma lingers, a haunting spell,
As I drown in memories, of when all was well.
Bitter black coffee, a reminder of you,
Leaving me lost, with no clue what to do.
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