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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