I am but a minute reflection
of all the late night talks I have had with you,
forever contemplating my melodramatic existence
over a venti latte with two Splendas and a bitter black tea.
The milky sweetness of your drink; the persistent pessimism of mine.
An auburn sunset ripples through your hair.
My mind drifts to the loose thread beneath the second button of your cotton shirt.
"Hi," you whisper, leaning in to kiss the thought that creased my forehead.
of all the late night talks I have had with you,
forever contemplating my melodramatic existence
over a venti latte with two Splendas and a bitter black tea.
The milky sweetness of your drink; the persistent pessimism of mine.
An auburn sunset ripples through your hair.
My mind drifts to the loose thread beneath the second button of your cotton shirt.
"Hi," you whisper, leaning in to kiss the thought that creased my forehead.
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