—a tiny, concentrated sting of all the things you can’t undo, served short and sharp.
It came in small, a burning sip,
A bite that lingered on the lip.
Compressed, intense, no room to breathe,
A past condensed beneath the sheath.
You raised the cup, you felt the weight,
A shot of loss, distilled as fate.
It didn’t last, but left its mark,
A spark that smoldered in the dark.
No sugar stirred, no milk to hide,
Just truth reduced and magnified.
You swallowed fast, you shook your head,
The kind of taste that wakes the dead.
A fleeting drink, a heavy debt.
A shot you never can forget.
📜 Ristretto Regrets – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 oz Ristretto (short-pulled, bitter, unapologetic)
- Optional: ¼ oz Amaretto (regret, but almond-flavored)
- Garnish: None—raw memory doesn’t need garnish
Instructions:
Pull a ristretto shot—tight, short, and dense. Optionally, stir in amaretto if you’d rather your regrets taste like nostalgia. Serve in the smallest cup you own, heavy enough to feel like a confession. Drink in one gulp. Spend the rest of the day thinking about it.