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It’s 9:00 in the morning. She’s on that usual place where
she usually consumes her first coffee of the day; sitting on that wooden mono
block chair, facing its pair.
She always chooses that table for two;
Mean while, he’s having his usual first stick of cigarette
at 9:00 am, sitting on that wooden mono block chair, facing its pair;
He’s always loved having that table for two;
She lights one stick, puffs and blows out smoke;
He waves his hand to his face, changing the direction of the
smoke;
She smiles and blows another batch of smoke;
He tilts his body backwards, averting;
She then kills the cigarette and gets her bag sitting on the
other empty mono block chair;
He then has his last sip of coffee and gets his coat hanging
on the other empty mono block chair;
They’ve always loved doing those routines everyday at 9:00
am, on those tables for two with pairs of empty mono block chairs.
And that’s how they will always
be..
Like us, like my love for you.
An everyday
imagination; a pen that never touched the surface of a paper;
And a beautiful
stanza that never matched the soul of the music.
It feels like we’re on the same place, but on different time.
We do same things, we
visit same places at same time;
But our paths never crossed, our feelings never connected,
and our love will never happen.