Hello again, coffee.
Or four-shot espresso latte-thingy.
I missed you. You are hard enough. You are rough enough. You are rich enough. I’m not too blind to see.
You put pep in my step all day. When I’m around you, my hands shake. I tremble under your touch.
I don’t know why we have to have this sordid, on-again, off-again love affair, but I’m with you now, and that’s all that matters.