Maybe the sunset assured
tears to dry...
what’s been lost—just won’t revive.
Brutal, yet subtle—this smell of coffee.
Yes, that’s the ingredient to survive.
  
Till the last sip—
Thoughts -Vulnerable didn't lose their grip.
After your tears met your smile—
Stronger, yet bland
You took that angelic stance—
This fading sunset longing for the sunrise.
Perhaps! Another cup of coffee is enough—
To be alive.