Yesterday’s coffee
Cold or reheated
Is never quite what we seek
No matter how steaming
Or ‘fixed’ up
It still lacks the warmth and comfort of fresh
Those elements must fume off and dissipate
Leaving a lesser liquid
With all the kick but none of the bliss
What remains is a faded interpretation
Of godly ambrosia
The aroma now dampened and muddy
Yet, still I hold you close
And sip your faded essence
To forego the waste of the perfect cup you were
So Many Words... 