Come downstairs,
Overhear the coffee sounds.
Feeling the memories,
Feeling the warmth.
Every morning,
Every cup.

Smell the wave
Of the coffee bean smell.
Upon the counter, grab the spoon,
Never forget to stir.
Don’t leave out the sugar!
Steam, rising from the cup.

Never waking up to coffee smells
Or coffee sounds
Sounds like a life
That I would hate to be living.
Asking for that
Life would be a mistake.
God only knows how much
I need my coffee sounds
And my coffee smells.