Coffee
Barely awake
I reach towards you,
my comrade
Without you I would be the walking dead,
The actuality, not the show.
You start my mornings with warmth,
unless you are iced,
different story.
An Ode to you for whom I rely,
for being there consistently.
Always in the kitchen,
brewing in the pot,
Coffee,
you are my confidant.
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