The fruitlessness of a defiant coffee

I make coffee in defiance,
because you love tea,
but the warmth betrays me
because it tastes like you.
It’ll stain my teeth
like the words I tried to use
to piece us back together.
We’d fallen together, and away,
and today
today cannot be yesterday.

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