Tea tastes so flat without you here to share it with me.

I resort to coffee to keep me from sleeping.

Each night, I dread slumber. Slumber is when you left. You fell asleep, never to return. If I dare nap, will the same thing happen to me? If I allow it, would it lead me back to you?

Scared, I don't attempt to find you.

What if I snoozed, disappeared, only to never locate you? I'd be alone like I am now. Drinking my coffee to stay awake because tea is weak, and no longer has character with you so far away.