Black Coffee

[From BLACK]

Black Coffee or Shit We’ll Never Get Back

So much hangs in the

air

So much feels irrevocably

lost. You know, feelings and shit–

shit we’ll never, ever

get back

 

But really, they’re just memories

now. Even me sitting here

chewing this bagel like

somewhat of a cow, drinking my coffee black and 

somewhat bitter, my

black coffee

staring across the table into his

somewhat piercing

ice cold eyes–it’s already just a

memory

 

And what are memories, really?

Stories we want to believe in? Stories

we can’t let go of? Stories

we tell ourselves to fall asleep?

Stories we’ve already

lost.

 

“Have fun be safe”

I don’t know if he means it, I never know if he

means it. I’ll never know.

He waves goodbye.

 

I’m blacked out by the time I hit the highway

It figures.

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