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Table for One |
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paraboxer Member
since 2002-11-10
Posts 121Maryland, USA |
(AN: The muse is the same. This describes the campus coffee shop, my old haunt which I still infrequently make appearances at these days due to time as well as emotional constraints.) Table For One I walk into the coffe kiosk, a cozy little place. The first place I ever met you face to face. It was before English 101, for a quick fix. From coffee, cream, sugar and cinamon sticks. It became almost a daily ritual before class. We'd sit in there and chat, as time would pass. Contendedly single and enjoying it was I. Till last December, where love gave it a try. At the airport before our respective flights. Under the natural and electical lights. That you captured my heart. I dreamt of you on the flight, after I did depart. For the first time in years, I'm unafraid to love. I still sing praise to the God above. For giving me the privillage to have known you. For a year and change, through and through. Though fourteen days ago, my heart was broken. Just as my affections were to be spoken. You asked if I'd met your boyfriend. With those words, my soul was ripped and rend. I consider myself content to still remain a friend. Hopefully for that relationship there's no end. My soul, torn and rent. I felt like an army, defeated and spent. Now the table for two seems so much greater. I'd prefer it to be smaller. You come here so rarely, I can count on one hand. The number of times I've seen you by the stand. I miss our afternoon chats in this room. Now my place of warmth is a shelter of gloom. I can't walk in there anymore. For my memory brings up days of yore. The smell of that lilac scent you wear. The glint of the skylight sun on your hair. The pleasant smile gracing your face. Now I stare off into space. Sitting now at a table for one. I can still have some sort of fun. But its not the same without you here. I hope things aren't as I fear. That you're turning away from me entirely. That is an agony, great and firey. I no longer frequent my favorite haunt. For memories of pain, themselves they flaunt. |
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