Coffee & tea

"i sit before you, unwillingly holding whatever breath I have. I didn't know but seemingly i prepared myself for this very instance. Surely i knew the coffee in my  chipped yet very loved yellow mug was cold, and that your words froze the time, I couldnt comprehend your words, only your emotions. I bet I could feel your emotions rooms away. The coffee in my mug is cold- a familiar kind of cold. A comfortable one. Subconsiously i knew why my mug was cold. Understanding perfectly that once you and I  were the warmness that the coffee once contained But now, you and I were coffee. Cold coffee."