Ode

There is a blackness in my mug.

The dark consumes me as I stare into its abyss wishing for a better time, a better place.

Heat from the liquid elixir slides slowly down my throat warming me on the inside and making me aware instantly of the cool of my skin. I'm covered in goosebumps now.

I like it so strong and dark that after a sip, a glass of water tastes sweet.

My bitter coffee and I are one in the same. Dark all the way through; small and insignificant, yet consistently changed to fit others specific needs.