My coffee this morning tastes like
you.
I add some sugar.
bitter.
Bitter. Bitter. Bitter.
Watered-down,
the faintest coffee flavor
more of a memory
rather than
taste.
It sits until it gets cold
and I can’t stand the sight of it –
a cold, frothy
sludge.
I dump it down the sink.
It tasted just like you.