Andy by Terra Vagus
Black coffee smells like-
Early mornings and memories
of when I was young and not allowed
to indulge in such things.
Tobacco smells like-
Early mornings and conversations
I never counted on ending.
I never knew I’d miss you for such a length of time.
Never stepped outside myself to realize our separate journeys-
Until my last hug to you that night on that gurney.
I really don’t know that you even knew it was me.
Grieving your departure was a robbed opportunity.
Now I’m trapped with flash floods of sadness and painful memories. Forever longing for just one more morning of black coffee, tobacco, and conversations with you.
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