My senses still tingles

My senses still tingles,

with waft of roasted beans,

being ground and brewed,

sweetened & flavored, 

to my likings. 

When did it change? 

Becoming used to the void,

from the assumptions destroyed,

disillusioned, losing all care,

and maintain, vacant stare,

to vast expanse of nothingness. 

There are still spots visible,

where my lips sipped the nectar,

from sweet & delicate lighter roasts,

to darker ones, intense & bitter. 

The taste matured, as I grew,

seeking richness over subtle brew,

yet, the contents slowly vanished, 

from my reach, reasons unforeseen. 

My senses still tingles,

it remembers my struggles,

to bring back old times,

when I could savor mine,

a cup, filled with coffee. 

Yet, the taste fades,

just memories stayed,

holding empty cup,

heart that prayed,

only to be disappointed.