Trevor the Coffee Man

Trevor 

O, Trevor!

How your soul must ache

Swallowed within turmoil

Never to escape

Thoughts of coffee grounds must dance about
Playing with your mind

But alas, my friend

Salvation you shall never find

As I think of you

My heart weeps

Your tale sweeping through my soul

Your woe pulsing through my veins

I fall to the floor

The very depths of my damaged heart exposed

How will you go on?

And how your heart must rip in two

Every time a McDonald's coffee commercial is sighted!

The pain tears you mercilessly to pieces
Rivers streaming past your pale cheeks 
Falling apart on the inside

I can merely engulf myself within my thoughts

And imagine

Painfully

As you collapse to the floor

Stare up helplessly to the heavens above

And accuse "Why?!" to whomever may hear your cries
Your loss is overwhelming

For I can feel my very bones crumbling

From the mere vision of it alone

Though from the outside

One could never comprehend the true sorrows...
But fear not, young lad!

For a glimmer of hope still remains,
Though lonesome,
Glowing from within the ebony abyss ahead

For a Starbucks exists

That may be awaiting your epic return...

Dedicated to Trevor, Jill's cousin whom I do not actually know :)
(Haha, please do not harm me for having a failed rhyme scheme... :D)