True Love of Coffee

I would simply say, adieu.

Perhaps farewell.

No, I couldn�t say good-bye.

There was nothing good.

About walking away,

or watching you leave.

Saying that,

If things ended this way,

I would have to say it all,

to bring closure to each day

to let you know I asked why

I needed to say,

adieu, farewell, and even good-bye.

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