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
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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