staring at this brew called coffee
but not drinking
I got a letter this morning
...
I recognized the messy script
and my heart beat a little faster
I hummed as I made the coffee sat down in my favourite chair
I smiled, opening the letter
and then my heart froze
I was stuck on this one sentence
couldn't comprehend
sorry, there's someone else
...
staring at this piece of paper
reading one word at a time
but there's no understanding
slowly, the paper falls
drifts down to the carpet
and I stare at this brew called coffee
clutching the cup like a lifeline
one word in my mind only
stabbing through the tears
why??
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Jst Random Words
PoetryA collection of words. Pieces of thoughts and feelings. An attempt at the impossible task of putting into words what moves in people's hearts.
