YOU
sitting in the balcony
in the cold winter night
inhaling the breeze with a cup of coffee in my hand
it's hard to not remember you
but what's more hard is
accepting that i won't be able to talk to you
the moon shining at its brightest
showing me light in the dark
but not helping me find my way back to you
the coffee strikes me in the throat
but the taste of your lips is still on my tongue
Amazing 💜💜
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