Poem title coffee

I stole this coffee prompt from other poem

So, I’m tired. Here’s a poems with coffee.

Coffee

You asked for coffee 
but didn't look so sure, 
so I poured half the cup.

The coffee was black, 
as you can hope; 
it did not burn, 
and it was not cold.

Each sip took lifetimes; 
we are now forty-four. 
Then you asked for more 
but still didn't look so sure.

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez 🇨🇦 on Unsplash

I learn how to use the poetry format :D.