Coffee.

Looking at our pictures again and seeing your dark brown eyes like the color of coffee.

I sip from my cup and take in the smell of memories I've never had.

They take me to places I've never been with people I don't know.

The smell causes a panic I can't quite place for the life of me.

I can't remember you scent even though I took it in many times for moments such as these.

I don't remember what your lips feels like against mine.

If it wasn't for this video I'm watching now, I wouldn't remember your voice.

This taste is too bitter for my liking so in goes nondairy creamer and Splenda.

Now that tastes better, sweeter like memories I've had before.

I still remember your big smile, how you cried for you brother because of a song

I swear I can still feel your skin underneath my hand.

If I close my eyes and focus on nothing else, I can feel you hugging me and pressing your head into my chest.

Creator, how I wish coffee brought me back to memories of him.

Instead there is a bitter sweet taste of what is left in this cup.