—beans of relationships past
It smelled familiar, rich and warm,
A comfort wrapped in spectral form.
You knew the scent. You knew the taste.
A history you thought erased.
But in the cup, it came back fast,
A bitter blend of what won’t last.
You took a sip and met her laugh,
Still echoing from cups long past.
A note of clove, a trace of sin,
The tongue remembers where you’ve been.
The roast was bold, the body fine,
The aftertaste? A warning sign.
You brewed it just to feel again.
But ghosts don’t drink. They just remain.
📜 Ghost Roast – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1½ oz Single-Origin Medium Roast Espresso (preferably from the region where it all went wrong)
- ½ oz Clove Syrup or spiced brown sugar (because memory needs a trigger)
- Dash of Cardamom (for the ache you pretend is flavor)
- Garnish: None—ghosts don’t care for garnish
Instructions:
Pull espresso and stir in clove syrup and cardamom gently, like handling a letter you shouldn’t have kept. Serve in the same kind of cup they used to drink from. Hold it in your hands for too long. Drink while staring out a window you swore you’d close.