Taka-Mitsukai

I looked at the empty coffee cup in my hand, and The grains at the bottom— Bitter remnants of the liquid pleasure. And then, I looked at you— At your face— A bitter remnant of the one I love. You finished your coffee With a frown At the last swig; Only several packs of sugar Could have improved the palate's perception Of it. Then I made another order— Hot chocolate. But it was all but hot, And the marshmallows, No longer buoyant. But I paid for it, And so I finished it, Believing my palate would have to adjust From the coffee And that it would taste better After a while.