Our last coffee

She wasn't here for days

and I was happy to see her face

In a few minutes, the premium coffee

I prepared, for hours of talk, I thought

She finished the coffee in a gulp

and after few words said goodbye

My lips stayed with each other glued

She left me completely confused

Not long from her visit

quiet voice said on the phone

With the life's lashings

she could no longer cope

By the well they found her shoes

and inside of it her corpse

When our last coffee I remember

my body sweats and trembles

Her freezing black thoughts

why couldn't I hear?

Why couldn't my lips

produce magical tones?

Tones that would make her stay

Tones for returning hopes