Coffee

He sits on his usual chair.
He takes his cup of coffee and takes a sip. It's been a relative short time since he started drinking it again. To him, it is not an addiction, not like it is for most people. To him, it's memories. Whispers in his mouth, traveling all the way from his tongue to his mind. Edible pictures of long walks by the lake, cosy movie evenings, long emails during working hours...

He sighs.
Somehow, the nostalgia remains. He sips again from his lukewarm (and therefore bitter) coffee, and thinks that yes, he would live everything again... And more
-It's told that people sigh when they miss someone-

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1 comments:

judith said...

interesting...you re missing someone from the lake?