New memories, finally

Brown sugar sea salt

The new bittersweet

Served at the coffee shop 

Right across my street 

To say it was pure coincidence 

Would be a bit of a lie 

It was more wishful and keen sense 

Nonetheless, I walked by 

Had it been a decade ago 

To share an order under the same air

I would’ve been delighted to know

But even a year ago, I simply wouldn’t care

Though I shouldn’t, now I want to 

Because that’s all I have left 

And if being invalid is what it takes 

I’ll make myself care to halt memory theft