A drowsy moment
Two cups of coffee
and a bar of chocolate.
That instance when
we've shared a hearty meal.
I snapped awake
turned my head
in sudden instinct.
You happened to pass by.
You are my caffeine.
You who I rarely see.
One look a day
fills a gap in my soul.
An outline
of your retreating pace.
You woke me from reality.
In this last draft
of unperceived poetic sense.
Caffeine is a drug,
pulling back into a dream
where the mere thought
of your look
could melt me into oblivion.
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