Coffee.

It has always been about a conversation. It has always been about a world with you and me.

Sometimes they said, they did not enjoy coffee, sometimes their choice of vice was tea. 

I did’t bother because coffee has always been about you and me. 

Then coffee became a habit or was it just about you? 

But then you said one day, it’s just  about what it is. Oh you loved coffee still but now your world was new.

Coffee still remained about a conversation. And about a world lost within me and just memories of you.