Coffee

Sitting there, sipping coffee. I was there still waiting.

Where is he?
Is he on his way?

Sipping coffee.
Again. I will be dehydrated if it's all I want to.

But, I am already dehydrated for this drama again.

He never comes early.

I see him coming. Raining cats and dogs. He slips in his pocket to take his handkerchief, not the one I gave.

He keeps talking. His eyes don't sparkle anymore.

I ask for more cakes, buns or croissants. All they have. But it's already  2 in the morning. This coffee shop closes at 1.

How do I beg the staff there to let me just wait for an hour more, just in case he comes?

There he is, smiling at me. Dark, tan skin, hazel eyes, always say I love you. Or is that in the past tense (grammatically and naturally it is)?

A busy hectic worklife he leads. He runs errands for everyone to everything, being the manager of a company, at the age of 25.

He, ....
Never,.... fails  to amaze me. The reason I love him, is the reason he is here for tonight. Or is it already morning?

Or the reason we are here is the reason why I love him?


Or is it the reason he chose me? Is he still choosing me? Am I still his 'girl who breaks down all my walls?" Or am I just another station for longing, weird, howling sound in your heartbeat?

He can smile, through his eyes. Not through his heart  and there's no smile in his mouth. The way he uses to kiss me. The way we dance through all the mishaps.



Oh wait! We never kiss, nor do we hold hands. Deep inside, I know he loves me. I am dying for this too. Oh wait! Is he still talking?

No, he stops. He looks at the opposite road.


He tells me about the next project they will have. Who am I? I am just here to listen to him.

He sends me home. His jacket is never meant to cover me. He walks fast, furiously. Like he ever watches that movie, rushing for his i dont know life.

Tomorrow, we will meet again.


For all you know, I would be the one coming late. A promise to be there in the darkness at 10 pm. As I walked into the shop, everyone was shocked.
"The man who came in yesterday's night. We closed at 3 yesterday. I see that he .... well he , kinda dranked alone, for about an hour.  Very happy man. But he talks crazy with no one. Happy but terrifying.

"Late night! He came in and talked to no one. He bragged to no one, you see!  He smiled, and bragged about his manager work at the chocolate company.

The company that his girlfriend worked in. No one was there with him. I thought he might be insane. He might be missing her. I don't really know. He sounded happy but strange. It sounded so real, but when I came out for his cake, no one was with him. Tell you yes, no one!!! He mentioned a woman,  maybe his new lover, and she was wearing a black coat. He said " you look nice with the black coat."

The staff explained with horrific statements.

" But you see, no one's there! He keeps calling her baby, and darling. To be that darling enough to be hit by a lorry and be completely insane."


Another passerby's talking to the men in uniform.

"The ambulance came to take his body away.  I saw him walking to the street just to see him, oh! What a horrible scene! A lorry just knocked him down, just like that! I think that's what you get when life gets you busy and unattended to dangers all around you. He should look for himself. I cannot bear to look at him. His head, was....

It was open. It cracked into pieces. Oh my god! It is so terrible. I cannot unseen it anymore."


Then my intuition tells me that the woman who was in black coat, called him to the darkness.

And there I am, again waiting for him(s) to sip my coffee  and to talk with. Well, no one is taking my order! -.-



Dedicated to you,
26/9/2016

It was such a romance to be with you, and a hell of horror ride too. Thank you.