One day, we'll run into each other
Maybe at that little cafe with a weird name
You'll laugh at me because I'm running late
Then you'll be telling me that I haven't changed
I'll give you a quick hug, and you'll do the same
I will be counting the seconds, until we part again
I'll be asking you, "How have you been?"
and then hurt inside, because what I meant was,
"Where did we go wrong? What happened?"
And then I'll leave that little cafe down the street,
With a broken heart and my eyes covered in tears,
I will remember how you looked so fine,
while I was struggling so hard to breathe
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The Writer and Her Twilight
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where twilight becomes your blanket to hide that you cry.