You said no coffee after three
But I still sip and think of "we"
Your voice was like a vintage blend
Familiar heat I can’t pretend
No coffee, but your name still pours
Between the hours and open doors
I taste the quiet in my cup
And let the missing fill me up
Your sugar spoon is still inside
A swirl of thoughts I try to hide
I stir the past like foam and cream
Caught in the middle of a dream
You’re steeped in moments I replay
A bitter-sweet I crave each day