When is your last day as a regular/ the last day you enter the coffee shop you adore/ the last day someone already knows your order/ the last day to slide into the familiar booth near the door

i’ve realized that my day has passed/ i miss the place like i miss my old room/ i’m stuck with watery espresso from some chain/ reminiscing the long, hot better days of june

my last day as a regular was mid-august/ i can still recall my rolled up cream jacket/ i can still recall my same caramel order/ i can still recall when driving there was an old habit

the simple things you miss when you move away/ they hit you hard even once you settle in/ for me, it was my old coffee shop/ the colors and scents i can still imagine