Over a Cup of Coffee
A cup of coffee,
a conversation,
and hidden stories in the mind.
That remain quiet.
I know you.
Your smiles.
Your confused
expressions.
Everytime you raise your
right eyebrow when
you don't know what I am saying,
everytime you use your
fake smile to
end conversations
before they start,
everytime your gaze is stuck
on my eyes when you're waiting,
waiting for answers.
Everytime you search,
for reasons to bring me
back to my senses.
Everytime you have that frown,
when something is troubling you.
I do know you.
And the stories that
lay hidden from the
conversations over the
cup of coffee.
But now here I am.
Sitting at the same table.
With the same cup of coffee.
And I wonder,
did I ever know you?
Because, you withered away.
Just like the froth on my coffee.
Slowly, faded away.
And I still sat there.
With an empty chair across me.
Wondering,
that were you just a figment
of my imagination,
or were you really someone who I knew?
Last Seven Days Poems :
- Do What You Love
- Hold On.
- Looking for Home.
- We Grew Up
- How it felt like?
- Could I have you here, forever?
- Are you Okay?
