It's rare moment like this,
on a Wednesday morning,
sipping brewed coffee with no sugar,
looking on the horizon, gray,
I must say, seldom I stand here,
where I first see you sobbing,
I offer my handkerchief, you
wipe your teary eyes and thanked me,
and left without saying a word,
she left me too in the morning,
she went back to her place.
Finding your presence in a place
where you were not there is
not making any sense, I know I
must have been stupid enough
to understand that it's not
happening anymore the way
it happened before.