Mornings

My cup of coffee is getting cold

like my heart.

I'm just looking at the door....

hoping for you to care.

I have my clothes on....

the same as yesterday when you left me alone.

The rain was the only thing that touched me

because you were gone.

All mornings...I used to have you in my bed

laughing and playing, like it was Christmas day.

But today...

I just have a cold cup of coffee in my desk

waiting for me....

like you waited one day.

I don't know how is this going to end...

maybe you are going to enter that door

and make yourself a cup of coffee...

and tell me you love me....

and don't leave me....lonely.

Or maybe I'm just scared...

that you are never going to know that I'm sorry.

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