Can it be that I am still drinking your coffee? Bitter, b...

Can it be that I am still drinking your coffee? Bitter, black, no sugar. It’s cold, and I don’t have the desire to brew the perfect cup. Time is an elusive concept. I close my eyes and I can see you. Time stood still, and not in the way we thought it could. You were right, coffee was supposed to keep me going. But what happens when my body rejects it?