coffee.

as i was soon to realize, time is relative.

it does not flow steadily, at a single unalterable speed.

some think it’s like a waterfall, unaffected by rain, shine, wind or snow.

wrong.

time is a freshly brewed pot of coffee that you enjoy slowly

not thinking about it.

only when it pours does it flow at a steady rate,

until you actually start to drink from it

enjoying every second with you,

savouring every sip of that coffee.

but i never before thought time could stop

until i watched you slowly make your way down the stairs,

your long hair tied in a messy bun,

the smell of you flooding every part of my body.

that was the first occasion on which you stopped time.

it had been half an hour of watching you graciously

make your way down the stairs,

and the clock was only showing a thirty second difference.

other times, it went by so fast i failed to notice.

one night, and i’ll never forget this

i counted six sunsets.

all in what seemed like no less than two hours.

you’ve also slown it down before

whenever we would fight and my stomach would reject

every sort of food that it was offered.

and the coffee kept pouring and pouring,

getting blacker and more bitter as we reached the bottom of the pot.

oh wait- one last sweet spoonful of sugar.

one last “i’ll love you forever.”

and the coffee pot ran dry.

and no matter how hard i try, time won’t turn back

no matter how much i stick my fingers down my throat

with hopes of vomiting,

the coffee stays in me.

my body craves it. needs it.

and up until the day it turns my teeth black,

and makes my heart jump out of my chest,

i have not had enough of your coffee.