The Writer and Her Twilight

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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

C❤️