café
i count the steps
as i walk
and watch
the puddles ripple
under my shoes
as i step on them
i hug
my coat
closer to my body,
feeling colder
now that
i don't have you
beside me
opening the door
with a sweet chime
the air hits me
with the smell
of wood
i always smell
in your clothes
i step into the café
and the happiness
turn into sadness
as i pull out a chair
to sit
and write
my private thoughts
in public.
—writing my private thoughts in public.
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how the universe works
Poetry"how does the universe work?" you asked me. i paused and thought for a moment. after a while, i decided on the truth. "you can never know. even if you learn it through the pain, you'll still be unable to know how the universe truly works. the univer...
