NaPoWriMo 14 – San san

Midnight Coffee


The midnight black of coffee swirled with white:

We lean together, sharing like old friends,

And talk of all the things we used to do.

We used to stay up talking every night,

Knowing that some friendships never end,

Drinking our midnight coffe with slow sips;

And now we talk again, my friend, it’s true:

This coffee tastes like midnight on my lips.

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