messages over mugs of coffee

why do i drown

in coffee cups

every time

i sense your

presence?

and what is

it with you

that makes

my clarity an

omniscience?

why does my

heart leap

like a gymnast

every time i

read each letter?

and why, oh

why do i know

it’s not the

coffee’s fault

that i feel better?

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