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I saw my emotions floating in it.

It was filled to the brim.

Were those bitter?

Or were they mesmerising?

That was for me to experience,

for me to taste.

And the first sip felt enchanted.

The second carried a hint of bitterness

as the cream slowly flowed in.

For me to handle it all,

I let it settle within me.

And somehow,

I loved it—

the ride,

the swirl,

the bittersweet symphony it carried me through.

Oh coffee,

The same floor, same room.

Did you ever kneel down and notice it?

You said you were busy,

said life got loud,

but somehow you still never found me

in the places I stayed behind.

You look up when you think of me,

like I’m something distant,

like I turned into the horizon or the sky?

But I was right there—

on the cold tile beside you,

drawing the outline of my own foot

just to prove I existed in your space.

You watched me trace it.

You said I looked cute and laughed bright,

You didn’t know I was measuring

how much of myself I could leave behind.

The scratch on the tile—

that wasn’t random.

I carved my initial into it

because I was afraid

I’d disappear from you before the dust did.

It’s still there.

The room probably changed.

The air moved on.

Maybe your attention did too.

But somewhere under your heel

my letter is waiting.

Tell me—

did you ever kneel down