Your words taste like a sip of hot coffee
That I drink for comfort during my day
To soothe my throat, to bring some life,
To clear away all the weariness of spirit.
They pull me out of my tent of isolation
That I weave out of every crisis I've been
They come out of things that hurt you most
To bring a catharsis always, laughter or tears.
They were about the troubles you overcame,
By finding relief in self-expression in words
Got comforted by strong shoulders, kind arms
And a strong loving heart you called home.
Far away or close at hand, this cup of comfort
Stays around with me like your coffee perfume.
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