Bitter Black

The bell rings
And you turn your head to me
Greeting once again
with that toothy grin

A warm welcome
This place outside
feels more like home
than home.

"Come sit.
The usual?"
Even you know me better
than how he knows me.


Bitter, bitter black
drips from the machine
Just my daily dose
of relief.


Serve me 'nother cup
And we'll drown
Even your sweet words
are no match for this bitter
His bitter

The flavor he's left on me

How could I forget?
Serve me 'nother cup.

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