The Tiramasu Cappuccino

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 It’s not just a coffee.

Wait…

Maybe it is.

Maybe it is just a coffee at times—

When the melody of grinding beans doesn’t sing to your ears,

When the slightest clatter of cups doesn’t excite your senses.

Maybe it is just a coffee

If it doesn’t pull your thoughts toward that one cup, with a faded background,

Or if you can resist breathing in its magic

Before you sip it down.

Would it be just a coffee

If the first sip doesn’t melt away the weight you retain?

Or if you don’t sip it with a quiet fear—

A fear of losing the memory of its taste

Until you see it again?

Maybe, yes, it is just a coffee

When the last sip left in the cup doesn’t trouble your mind.

Or when the sound of the cup,

Softly hugging back onto its saucer,

Doesn’t whisper a gentle, “Goodbye… until next time..

-the tiramasu cappuccino!

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