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



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