The coffee was my lover
She held me when I held her,
Kissed my mouth, burned my tongue
Cupped in a cup in my hand.
She told me I was beautiful
A prized destination for her final hour
I was her funeral, her afterlife
I was her god, her one true purpose.
They say for the lovers
“‘Til death do us part,”
But when my lips parted
She left me with nothing
But thirst.
The coffee was my lover
