Coffee House

Bring me to the horizon
as the dim light fades in.
The soothing melody plays
the chorus into to its beat.
Pour me a cup of Joe, but
leave out the sugar and cream.
I forgot how I like it. The
black liquid will burn, not
because it's hot, but because
it knows how to be bitter.
The bouquet shop in my window
view, just before my departure,
crave a message out in ink, onto
a napkin. "At least I wasted time,
not thinking I wasted time, then I can
live without regrets."