You Put A Spell On Me

I'm finding myself missing you for no apparent reason.  It's like a part of me has lost itself in you, which isn't really true, but, still, the feeling still lingers on like the smell of a bonfire in your laundry basket after a night at the beach.
















Maybe we should sit down and converse a bit just to see how life has been strolling by.  I'll make you a steaming latte pulling ristretto espresso shots so you don't taste much of the bitterness in coffee. Unless, you like the bitterness in coffee like I do.  I'll even pour the contents into a nice, but not overly luxuriant, ceramic mug that says, "I love white people" on it just to make it a conversation starter.

Or not.

Maybe.  Ahh forget it.

I'd rather surf.