A Guy Like Him

You drink your coffee black as you
stand in your kitchen swallowed
whole by the ever recurring pale
blue shirt I knew you never had any
intention of fitting into.
Your lips part & make room for a
smile as an ever so religious “good morning”
cracks through your sleepy 6 a.m. voice.
You’d never known how much
your tastes mimicked you.
Black coffee; a substance you
viewed just as I had, you.
Addicting, strong… and impossible to
sleep after.