I take little sips of known ,
I sink it all in ,
I taste a bittersweet happiness,
Along with the coffee that feels like a memory,
I sit , I sip.
I switch sides ,
Trying to be anything otherwise,
Trying to remember that last coffee,
Of another day ,of a lost memory.
I seek to see ,
To try and ignore ,
Wanting to unknow.
I wait to forget , only to remember another regret .
I take a sip of this bittersweet memory ,
Watching with content another sun set,
Accompanied by sighing silence and a cup of coffee .
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