Another cup,
Two more drops –
I wasted my own time
Stirring,
Tasting
What I thought was mine.
Too much sugar,
A quarter of water
And the aroma
Smells familiar.
Bitter?
No.
Made sour by the sweet.
The sweet,
Sweetened by spit.
My own tongue
And spit
Mixed with caffeine;
Indulgence
Is a game
Played fair by two.
Your flair for games
And my flair,
You.
We mixed water
With powder,
Added a heap of sugar.
Where’s the milk?
No honey
Or concentrated brew.
I make one for me
And three-fourths full
For you.
Too hot!
You say,
Too hot for your taste.
And so, I replace yours
With mine,
Careful not to waste
A single drop of caffeine goodness
That I once stirred
And brewed myself –
Once,
I believed
You deserve nothing
But the best.