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The Morning Coffee

Ultra Protagonist's World



You remember, when we were new

The morning Coffee tasted so good.

Our eyes use to meet, smiles carving our lips

Hot steaming coffee in our hands, we would sit for ages

Drinking, talking sharing, loving each other, every moment

You remember?


The long walks, the lonely roads, the beautiful sunset

Hand in hand we promised to walk forever, together

The deep velvety nights, the crimson dawn, the new us

Do you really remember?

The shadow of romance, creeping through our souls

Engulfing us, entwining us in the depths of ecstasy

Can you remember?


Why doesn’t the morning coffee taste the same now?

Why do we sit apart reading newspapers?

All our walks are alone, all the dawns are grey

The shadow of romance is a mere outline of its past

Why? Can you say?

Was it the arguments or the silence?

The absence of our souls…

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