Cold coffee poem.

My beloved and I separate. This is a very sad period of my life because I still love him, but we have to do this to prevent from hurting each other emotionally. This is not a perfect time for writing a thesis chapter, but good enough for something lyrical...

My Love used to bring coffee in bed every morning. Yesterday and today I came home (I was staying at a hotel overnight) and found cold coffee in the kitchen. I thanked Gabor for leaving coffee for me. He replied on Facebook, "Why was it good? you don't like cold coffee..."

This is my reply.

Cold coffee.
Well,
of course,
I like my coffee hot.
But cold is what I've got.

Fresh coffee.
warms my lips,
my tongue and---even soul!
But experts drink it cold
for quality control.

So,
the result of degustation
deserves to be on Twitter:
"Whether it's hot or cold---
Coffee is bitter!"

(c) me

Oh man, I cannot believe we are separating. I am deeply in love with him. Still.

Sipping cold coffee.