Red benches and bitter black coffee

Curling up on the cherry color bench swing, I rub my feet together slightly to shift the pink fuzzy socks that barely cover the bottom of my leggings. I bury my head farther into my fuzzy jacket as I listen to "Feeling Whitney" and the soft sound of the rain hitting the roof.

"And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit"

A sob escapes me making me shake in sadness. These days that I usually savor are now tainted by the memory of you.

"I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring"

The last time one of these days came along I was not sad, in fact, I was content leaning against you for warmth, with my coffee that was technically just creamer. I will never understand what you liked most about the bitter black coffee you loved, but I do know I loved you. So much.

"And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important"

So as I listen to the soothing rain, curled up on my cherry-colored bench I can't help but to cry in rhythm with the sky's tears as I remember you and your bitter black coffee.

"Its been long"

Please remember to cherish your loved ones :)