Tuesday, July 31, 2007

The Cup of Mocha

sitting on that chair,

the cane chair,
with a steel frame,

I pick up my cup,
of the warm mocha,
sip at it,

the warm liquid,
trickles down my throat,
i pick up the phone,

dial your number,
it rings,
again,
again
and then gets cut.

You said that,
you would be meeting me,
today at four,

but you never came,
I waited,

why?

Because I could,
because I love you,

and if I could,
I'd wait,

forever,

i pick up the cup,
and sip at it.

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Image Courtesy:
coffee by ~aufgaben1


1 comment:

mesmerized said...

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