—a cold cup that promised clarity, then froze itself in place
The glass was clear, the cubes were sharp,
A frozen hymn, a brittle harp.
You swore you’d sip, then set it down,
And break the cycle without sound.
But every clink, each crystal crack,
Reminded you of turning back.
The coffee cold, the flavor neat,
A chill that settled in your seat.
It spoke of plans you’d never keep,
Of buried oaths and frozen sleep.
You drank it fast, you felt the sting.
Intentions melt like any thing.
The glass still sweats, the table knows.
What’s meant to freeze still comes and goes.
📜 Icebound Intentions – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 3 oz Cold Brew Concentrate (the ambition)
- 1 oz Coffee Liqueur (the temptation)
- Large, clear ice cubes (the promise)
- Garnish: Lemon peel twist, sharp as unfinished words
Instructions:
Fill a heavy rocks glass with large ice cubes. Pour in cold brew and liqueur. Add lemon peel twist. Watch condensation drip like undone vows. Sip once, mean it and then forget.