With wrong people and coffee these are the days we won't get back our missing moments daylight gone black coffee sits poured in two separate pots you and i wherever not alone with our thoughts you take a sip that i will never see smile at whoever that isn't me and i will take a drink and savor the taste smile back at someone as i remember your face this morning is wasted with wrong people and coffee our dreams like tomorrow underfoot, just out of reach but in our mornings to come when i pour, and you drink i will remember today and i won't forgive us, i think we will have our tomorrow and the days after that we'll race dreams to somewhere and laugh all the way back but this day is wasted we'll never get it back wasting time with replaceable people until you and i are back.   - JT 10:28pm, March 28 '09   <-- Back to the poetry menu.