I sit down to write, a blank page in sight But my mind is foggy, my thoughts aren't quite right I need a boost, a jolt to my brain So I pour a cup of coffee, to keep me sane The aroma wafts up, a warm, inviting scent I take a sip, my spirit starts to ascent My fingers fly across the keyboard with ease As the caffeine flows, my creativity frees The words start to flow, like an endless stream My thoughts are clear, my ideas no longer a dream I take another sip, the dark liquid fuels My passion for writing, and all of its jewels The caffeine in my veins, I feel alive The words on the page, they start to thrive As the cup empties, my writing comes to an end But my love for coffee and writing, they will never bend.
My love, we'll never meet again. Nobody will ever remember me... My entire life will be remembered. My sorrows will fade, and so will my influence on those who love me. Even you... may pop up from time to time in your memory... A member of my family may discover my belongings and smile wistfully as he wonders where I am, but he will eventually forget. It pains me to think that life will go on without me.