—the cup you order hoping for answers, only to leave with caffeine and silence.
You said, “One last, then we’ll be done,”
A ritual dressed like moving on.
The mugs were full, the table bare,
The silence thick, the vacant stare.
You stirred too long, you drank too slow,
The words you wanted didn’t show.
The coffee cooled, the steam ran thin,
No endings came, no closure in.
Just bitter sips and shallow breath,
A toast to something close to death.
You paid the bill, you left the chair,
The cup half-drained, still sitting there.
Closure never comes in sips.
Just rings of coffee on your lips.
📜 Coffee for Closure – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1½ oz Espresso (dark as the silence)
- 5 oz Drip Coffee (long, drawn out, unfulfilling)
- ¼ oz Simple Syrup (a weak attempt at sweetness)
- Garnish: None—the point is absence
Instructions:
Combine espresso and drip coffee in a plain ceramic mug. Stir once. Forget about it. Let it sit too long, cooling into memory. Leave unfinished. Walk away.