There is a hole inside me…a

I made the last 2 spoons of coffee this morning and thought about you. I don’t know how many bags of coffee does it take to forget about you. To forget about you and that bag of coffee you bought me that night. To not remember that I made you return it to the store because it wasn’t the coffee that I usually get. Sounds shallow now. Am I gonna be making coffee and not thinking about you ever? I don’t know. a