—haunting, the ghostly in-between that leaves you half-awake, half-asleep, and wholly unsatisfied.

You asked for half, you got the ghost,
A shadow cup, a spectral dose.
Not strong enough to pull you through,
Not weak enough to comfort you.
It lingered soft, it lingered thin,
A phantom buzz beneath the skin.

The sip was mild, the finish strange,
Like someone whispered out of range.
A dream half-kept, a thought half-said,
A taste that walked with both the dead.
You held the cup, you felt the lack,
Half forward step, half looking back.

The drink was gone, the feeling stayed.
A haunting brewed from beans half-made.


📜 Half-Caf Haunting – The Recipe

Ingredients:

Instructions:
Pull one shot of espresso and one shot of decaf, combine them in a latte cup. Top with steamed milk, watching the line between strength and absence blur. Dust cinnamon lightly so half dissolves, half floats. Drink slowly, waiting for something that never arrives.