when will you call?
just to hear my voice
or just want to talk for hours
like we did beforewhen will you see me?
to see my smile,
hold my hand,
and be with mewhen will you miss me?
as we are so far away now
and tomorrow we couldn't promise
if we could still talk 'til midnightbut it's almost been a year
and all i could think about
is this question that bothers me
when will you love me again?
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Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.