Aromantic Poem

Matt, at the original Starbucks

Pike Place Market, Seattle

Dear Joe,
I miss you so.
I perk up from my dreams
Picturing those beans
Alone in the dark, cold cupboard.
Our rendezvous
Are now through.
But throughout the morning grind
You’re always on my mind
And all I want is to have a
Time alone with java,
Sugar, and Cream
In my caffeine.
Instead my mug
Gets a hug
With a bag of tea inside.

Until we meet again,

B