I plunge my coffee
in a French press
after letting it steep
what I have noticed
even with coffee grounds
is that they gather
just like my memories
of you and me
locking ill fitting pieces
together forming a blockade
letting nothing pass through
just like my memories
of you and me
and what I do
is raise the plunger
setting the grounds free
to swirl around and
regather together but never
as naturally as first
and this I think
that you and I
are just like coffee
having once been beans
then ground haphazardly together
then mixed then steeped
just like my memories
of you and me
for us to enjoy
piping hot again together