Leaving Tomorrow
Shades of delight when you stepped into my place. There is no other way to have a perfect weekend by having you around, lying on the couch, be on top of you and pressed my face against your chest as you smell really good after the shower before you headed to grab some coffee for both us at my favourite deli.
The smell of fresh brew coffee starts to linger the room as I put way the hot crispy waffle away from the toast. Blueberry jam and chocolate spread is our favourite combination to go together with the it; and the best part when you hugged me from behind kissing me dearly in which the breath of coffee from you makes me try to not to tackle back the kisses.
As I sat down, I look an empty chair against me, the empty plate in front of it and a marble white cup of coffee beside it with the hot vapour misting. I look back at the plate of waffles that I had made for two; I could not help myself no more but burst into tears knowing you are not there no more.
There is no more of the sound of steps of you going to my front door, no one for me to lie on the couch with and no one for me to kiss with that one particular fresh coffee breath. You stepped out; choosing over someone else’s waffles than mine leaving your empty white plate behind.
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