Well I was drinking my coffee when she arrived
You can tell that she’s already cried
Looking at her eyes, all I saw was a sad emptiness
My only thought was “Damn! this is madness!”
I didn’t understand the words she was saying
But I knew it had to do with me leaving.
I kept drinking my coffee quietly with no interest
She wasn’t my favourite type, nor the best..
She kept talking while i was running out of coffee
There was nothing to talk about, nothing to see
“I’m weak without you” She said “I’m living in despair
What you did killed me, it was so unfair
You were my last leaf of hope, of joy
You threw me away easily and played me like a toy
I’m at your door now, begging you to love me
Don’t you want me baby? Don’t you want to be free?”
I stood up and looked at her crying in pain
It was ironic to see her trying so hard in vain.
I looked at my cup then looked at her again
All I wanted was a dance under the rain.
Then I suddenly realized that my cup and I were the same
Empty, bitter, careless and a bit insane!
She stood there waiting for an answer, for a reaction
I knew I had to say something that leads to satisfaction
I committed a crime and became the crime
I killed her feelings, thoughts, sold her for a dime
Then, she threw herself on a chair
The misery was too much to bare.
She cried and cried and repeated: “Answer if you dare”
Oh I dared, but did not care
I looked at her and smiled ironically
Through her, I found out whom I had to be..
I smiled again, looked away, looked at her and suddenly
I thought to myself: “Damn! I need another cup of coffee!”
© Sandra Chami Kassis – sandrachamikassis.wordpress.com, 2014
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