It was once a myth,
As I sat in an empty chair,
I wonder how I ended up here,
Bright lights beam into the room,
Half faded, but still breathing.

A sip of a dark roast in a cup,
I know it was a fine morning,
Fresh mango lingering in the air,
I know it was a fine Tuesday,
Bitter-sweet sounds unpleasant,
A coffee and a mango?
Together, it can't be right.

Questioning, still feeling high,
Yet, the bitterness of the coffee
And the sweetness of the mango,
Suit together just fine, and thus
The tale of the coffee and the mango.