The Morning Coffee
The morning coffee doesn't taste sweet at all,
The sugar cubes are losing its sweetness,
Or was it your presence that made our coffee sweet?
My house is only mine now,
For you left us;
The mistake was mine.
People do it often!
All I wanted to know were you even mine?
"The comforting hugs are molesting me",
You said so.
All I wanted to know were you even mine?
"The love is suffocating me", you said,
All I did was, to ask you to stop talking to people whom I don't trust.
Your fragrance is still present, it is in every corner, present in our room.
Your strong emotions still present in my brain,
Your voice echo
When I lie on bed
Thinking where did we go wrong?
Where did I lose you?
Was it on the day we saw your friends happily getting married?
Because you always knew,
I am not a marriage material,
I saw your hopes, reflecting through your eyes.
Oh wait!
No! I promised your parents that we will one day, when I get financially well.
I worked, worked hard enough, but your presence was uprooted.
For I was earning well and the money became my new love, but I did everything to keep you happy.
I forgot
To spend time with you
To love you,
To hug you,
To be there for you, with you.
To be in the kitchen,
We cooked together.
Oh! How I wanted to dirty my hands with all your cooking stuff,
Then kiss your cheeks,
While I held your waist from back,
Running my hands gently on your belly,
Messing around with your apron.
And; my other hand;
Busy playing with your hair,
Caressing your neck,
A gentle kiss on your side jaw,
Rubbing my beard on your cheek.
Then one dark night came,
It hit me as hard,
As lightning hits the tree,
I was shattered,
Like your cutleries,
Then all I remember
Was, you taking my hoody,
You loved the cologne
For I know you loved to be in them
"Easy night suit" you used to say and we chuckled,
You just left,
Yes the faults were mine,
And I know you are still mine,
It's just we are not together.
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