by Rene Schwiesow

Created on: March 05, 2009

Coffee

You always tasted like coffee and cream

when you would arrive at my door,

sweet from three sugars.

You'd apologize,

but I relished the lick of your lips

knowing coffee was much more than a drink

it carried memories and friendship.

You didn't know

but the taste, the aroma of coffee

gave me security, brought back

afternoons in a European garden

with family now long since gone.

Associating you with coffee

was not the piece d' resistance

of our relationship,

but it reminded me

that in you

I found myself home.

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