—a silky, foamy grief-song disguised as comfort
It looked like warmth, it looked like care,
A milky cloud to ease despair.
The art was swirled, a heart, a leaf.
A quiet draft of borrowed grief.
You drank it slow, you let it sit,
The foam dissolved, the taste was lit.
But underneath, the bitter stayed,
No froth could mask the debt unpaid.
The sweetness faint, the comfort thin,
A latte’s love won’t mend within.
You tipped the cup, you wiped the ring,
The hollow stayed in everything.
A gentle drink, a muted cry.
A cup that asks, but won’t say why.
📜 Latte Lament – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1½ oz Espresso (the sorrow beneath)
- 6 oz Steamed Milk (the silence on top)
- ½ oz Honey Syrup (the comfort you force)
- Garnish: A latte art heart that feels rehearsed
Instructions:
Pull espresso into a wide cup. Steam milk with honey syrup until soft, pour gently over. Craft a latte art heart that says “I’m fine.” Serve warm, with no answers.