If those sipping happens in your Precious solitary moments with Yourself , Where each sip tastes each of Your contemplations on Life , Decisions pending to be worked on The warmth of the cup over your Face , its crude but pleasant aroma Soothing your mind , Each and every nook and corner Your eyes searching out answers Those Precious me moments Now settling calm like the Residue of those last drop Laying dormant down the cup And you walk away holding a gratitude To comeback for another sip To continue those fragmented Ramblings of yours.
Memories created, memories lost, Time passed by, It's a start of a classic relationship, Those chit chatting times, Falling in love, Breaking bonds over coffee, A lot could happen over coffee..