Friday, July 4, 2014

Coffee

My coffee and your kiss,
our morning routine, I miss
and from my mind, what never slips
is the loving feel of your lips.
It isn't the coffee, that was just an excuse,
to steal another taste of you.

Somehow writing stupid stuff like this helps.

Good night my sweet Beth. Its another day without you.

Pappy

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