Friday, April 23, 2021

Of droughts and espressos

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.

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