The End of a Delicious Love Affair

Well it's official, Tim Hortons and I are officially no longer speaking. Everything was going fine until Wednesday morning when my usually vibrant and lovely coffee looked more drab than usual and was quite stand-offish. Bitter even. I thought at first maybe she just needed some space. So I decided we should spend a little time apart. I spent all of Thursday without even a whiff of her sweet aroma and I purposely stayed away from the Red Rriver College cafeteria in case I somehow found myself standing in line at Tims waiting to see her. But I felt lost without my constant companion.  Without her warm touch on my lips.  Without the excitement I feel after spending just a few minutes with her. Thursday was a long day.

When Friday arrived I could stand it no longer and I tried to make up with her over lunch.   But she still gave me the same blank stare she had given me on Wednesday. I tried to get to the bottom of what was wrong, but nothing. She wouldn't say anything, not even a "sorry try again." I guess our all too short affair is over once again. Until next year my dear, when you will dress yourself in red and yellow, and when I tickle your rim, you will once more offer me promises of sweet fortune, or at least a wish of "better luck next time."  Not just utter silence and a cold, empty stare. 

I guess there is nothing left to say. Goodbye.

Soupy out.