Welcome to my blog! Thanks for reading! :)

Sunday, 8 June 2014

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

No comments:

Post a Comment