True Love of Coffee

Without doubt, there was a time I hated myself
Not because of you, but because I had no more faith
I loved you, more than I could have ever wanted to
My thoughts, my heart, held you closer than could be imagined

But fate, or the universe, did not care for love
Against every breath I took, every beat of my heart,
I struggled as my hand let go, and my soul could only say ‘no’.
I could only hate myself for crumbling against the loss.

My words, as I thought them, couldn’t be spoken.
I was too far gone, too broken to understand the grief
Yet my eyes looked at you, your perfect face,
And I was briefly tortured by love as I felt myself die.

I do not know if I had faith, if god even existed
Yet on that day I broke myself, I cared for you more than I
And I learned to hate a world full of unknown chances
Yet I never, in my heart, brought myself to disbelieve in you

Your voice, had I heard it, would have been amazing
A brilliant reminder that your soul could dance
But it was never loud enough to hear,
Because the world had denied you a chance to cry

Yet you touched me, no, inspired me to hold on.
Your life, whether short or almost unknown,
Was all too complete. You were loved, more than many.
and with that love, you showed me how to live.

Never again I thought, never again
Would I break myself upon the rocks of unfamiliarity
If I could not share myself with the people I cared,
then I would try, again and again, until I died

I would imagine, and trust,
That one second of being with someone I loved
Was worth the cost of a lifetime of suffering,
And it would let me honor a life no one else remembered

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