I still enjoy my beverage,
Slow and sip,
And am sure as night
That you take them for work.
Do you still exist?
Your favourite comedian
Has started looking like you.
The way you spoke,
Wore your sweater,
Bit your lips to hide annoyance.
Somewhere out there,
That is just beyond my fingertips,
I found your strokes on the paper
In two languages.
Always the mindful.
And I vaporized
Some milliliters of tears -
This drought can not afford more than that.
Will wait for our months, I suppose -
Clouds - storms.
Will play on boost
And silent my hum.
Will prepare myself the leisurely beverage
And an espresso for you.
Don't let it go cold.
Do exist, for it.
