CB Raspberry

This is a flashback to January
when I still had a couple bottles left,
before you shut your business down for good.
I’m sitting in my armchair, love-bereft,
sipping at the cold brew, reminiscing
of you. At that moment I raise the glass
against the window, partly to cheer you
wherever you are, and to relish thus
how the shaky rays of the pre-spring sun
coming through the window lovingly
wrap all around and caress the bottle,
and how, penetrating through it briskly,
they bring out a delightful golden hue
of the reddish-brown beverage. You know,
I like its colour, similar to that
of my hair, and its sweet taste so much so
that it has become my new addiction
in your stead. I do really savour it.
For me, it’s the taste of could-have-beens.
Until recently, I used to buy it
online directly from your website as
that way it was more convenient than
searching for which facility has it
around here, especially since often
the ones I know about were out of it,
and the information about sellers
on your page has never been up-to-date
and, despite the two hundred followers,
the product’s Instagram is dead as well.
(Your marketing is very poorly done.
By the way, I’ve been meaning to tell you
that you may perhaps want to get someone
to update and proofread all the blog posts
on your website as there are quite many
mistakes and the wording too is sometimes
somewhat clumsy, sounding somewhat phony,
as if the text was auto-translated
without further corrections. But I guess
suggesting you all this now that you’ve quit
producing it is, of course, just pointless.)
But you know, I also somewhat respect
you for what you did. Somebody else might
have taken advantage of the whole case,
deeming it absolutely all right
getting rich off a customer buying
their product not only for loving it
but partially also because of strong
fondness and love for the maker of it.
That’s the only thing I could do for you
without you freaking all out about it
as I wanted to support you somehow.
(What else is money for than spending it
on those you love? I have nothing to be
saving it for.) It just shows that you are
a man of principles and a good heart,
and only affirms what I’ve though so far:
that you really are a great man. And it’s
only my misfortune that everything
I do rubs you the wrong way, due to which
you’re your friendliness from me withdrawing.