love's memory in a cup
here i am by the window,
cold coffee cup in hand,
deep in thought about you
in that faraway land.
has it really been twenty years
of longing, emptiness, fears?
how i miss you guessing my thoughts
on love's forgotten meanings.
i miss you missing my thoughts
on life's endless could have beens.
now i stare outside the window,
but instead of you cradling me,
my hands are wrapped around a coffee cup -
i'm sipping love's memory.
cold coffee cup in hand,
deep in thought about you
in that faraway land.
has it really been twenty years
of longing, emptiness, fears?
how i miss you guessing my thoughts
on love's forgotten meanings.
i miss you missing my thoughts
on life's endless could have beens.
now i stare outside the window,
but instead of you cradling me,
my hands are wrapped around a coffee cup -
i'm sipping love's memory.
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