As I unfastened the door of my fav’rite coffee shop,
Had grasped scattered plastic rings on the floor.
Recapped me of something that made my odd past even
Like bursting kaleidoscopic colors.
Something that turned the bitter taste of cold brewed coffee
Into sweetened, heart-warming one.
A kind of luxurious coffee that is irreplaceable to something else.
Its aroma making the whole savor dominant,
Where no one could ever dare to spill every drop of it.
Cause every single bead of it matters.
The strangest thing was I was never given the chance
To take even a single sip of hot brewed coffee, never.
Was with someone who I can never be with.
Was with no one.
Sat on a couch nearby the window.
While waiting for an iced coffee, conveyed out my old stained notebook together with my pen.
Was dazed when something was on my shoulder.
A hand that gave me a sign to give my decision.
Turned my head to notice the one who held my shoulder.
It’s you!
I didn't understand from the beginning of the article that there will be such a thing at the end.