She'd always ask me
if I wanted a second cup,
a second taste,
after I finished my first.
At first it was coffee
as we sat nervously
at the local coffee shop
on our first date.
Then in the mornings we'd share
after nights obscured
by romantic comedies
and romantic acts.
But second cups became second smokes,
second rounds of tequila,
second hits of a bong,
second thoughts.
Soon seconds passed
and I was left alone,
staring at the bottom of an empty cup,
wishing for a second chance.
-Zero
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