Why I Still Drink Coffee by Kris Dionio

A personal significance is explored and reflected upon in this poem, bringing up the idea that even someone’s everyday essential, coffee, can mean the most to them in many ways.

 

Why I still drink coffee

The doctor told me to stop drinking

coffee, but there was something endearing

about the way my hands trembled

 

–it reminded me of when we first met.

We used to sit in cafés

with nothing between us,

 

except the table

with two paper cups laid on top. The white

cup clasped in your pale, rough hands.

 

You and I aren’t together anymore,

 

so, I drink

my coffee by myself. And with

the soft shaking of my trembling hands

 

I pretend you’re still

here.

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