Coffee-stained

You always linger
After you leave,
Like coffee stains on paper

It's only heart that stands
so still
But hands and voice still waiver.

I'm fine until I see
You there
Then breath becomes a labor

I've been this way and
Hearts were crushed,
I know I'll need a tailor.

With past experience
I still walk forward
So what am I going this way for?

This poem is about: 
Me

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