Sugar coated epiphany came to me over coffee in the morning's first light. The reddness in my eyes is dulling and I know that your not coming back. When I woke this morning and you warmth was nothing but a chill I should have known. And when, tears streaming, I searched for the truth in your empty dresser draws. But now with the sun up and my addicted blood getting it's first taste of caffine, I see the truth and it hurts, but not having to say goodbye eases the pain. With one more cup I will have forgotten your scent, your face, your name. Don't let my bleeding heart trick you into thinking I still care though. It's caused only by the fact that I didn't get to throw you out before you left this morning.