Coffee And Milk

She was the coffee and I was the milk. She was always up and about, alert, and active. Always gets things done on time, all the while keeping that smile. She was like coffee, and no I don't mean her skin.

I was like milk, so calm and mellow. I am sweet, lifted the bitter taste of your every day coffee. Listening to you to relieve your stress, to make your day better. I was like milk, again not my skin.

We met and blended, perfectly dancing in each others arms, swayed to the beat of the spoon of life. Until life consumes us both and are digested, broken down by the acids of life.

It's amazing, though, life always finds a way to get us back together. Repeatedly going through the same process, blended once again, and then digested, and broken down.

It is a painful cycle, but there's no one I'd rather go through with this but you.

Who knows, maybe one day.

No. One day we will meet again, blend ourselves in that cup we met, digested into life never be broken down again.

Because you are the coffee to my milk.