Coffee

A poem I wrote while pondering how me and my coffee had changed over the years.

When I was a child

You were lighter 

than my hot cocoa

They'd splash 

just a little you

in my cup

Drown you in milk

Shovel spoonfuls 

of sweet, sweet sugar

I felt so grown up

When I first left home

I had to drink you 

again

I was a grown up 

out on my own

Grown ups drink coffee

Don't you know

You'd grown up too

Sensual caramel

A lot more coffee

and things became 

a bit less sweet

Now I understood why 

grown ups drank coffee

Now I knew it grew 

from the seed of necessity

Now I had my own seeds

It's a funny thing

How those seeds did grow

and so did you

You don't hide 

behind the milk anymore

The sweetness 

comes from the jolt

I don't need your masks

Your truth is fine by me

So stand beside me

black as can be

Just be my coffee