Cold Coffee, Warm Memory

But some mornings need the bitterness to make the rest believe.
I'd rather drink what's left behind than start the day too clean.
Cold coffee, warm memory,
That's the shape of most of my days.
I reach for something already gone and hold it anyway.
The taste is bitter, but it stays,
Like the thought of you at dawn.
Cold coffee, warm memory, is how I keep you warm.
Cup still sitting by the window.
The surface still in gray.
Cold coffee, warm memory, gets me through another day.