I breathe in scents of memories...they make me smile.
Surprisingly, I no longer tear up for you.
It feels so good to taste it.
The warm comforting feeling of freedom consuming my body as I swallow reality.
Holding onto the cup warming my hands, funny that I can find comfort in a cup now that you're gone.
Funny kind of that I can relate a cup of coffee to how I feel about you...I don't even like coffee.
Maybe that's why we couldn't make it last forever...we left a taste in eachothers mouth that we couldn't stand.

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