Today, there wasn’t a hint of you left.
Not a single drop,
not a grain of your existence in sight.
And my heart cried out for what we once had,
but you had gone.
If only I had known that we were so close to the end,
if I had known that there was so little of you left,
I would have filled you so completely
that you had no reason to disappear.
— Me writing a poem about coffee (we ran out this morning, and good goddamn I need some caffeine all up in here)