I can imagine life without you.

I've lived it before.

But nothing is quite as nice

As when you choose not to imagine too.

I can see you in my coffee,

Sweet and full of flavors that fit you.

I wish I fit against your skin as nicely

Without comparing cold brew to hot tea.

I can wish on a time special to all

But never catch a solid ledge

To sing a song of worship and relinquishment

And echo the mimicking of a fall.