I don't like coffee,
my grandmother drinks it, and so does my father.
I used to make it for her, to drink along some nice toffee,
but now I no longer bother.
I'm seldom with her anymore, and when I'm there
coffee is the last thing on our mind.
Between us in the air,
are the unspoken words, I can no longer find.
What is there to say,
without a future that may.
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Hopeful Dreams | Versification
PoéziaCollection of poems and short stories for the 2023 Wattpad Poetry contest, Versification. Photo by Fabian Bächli on Unsplash