A COFFEE DATEA Poem by Digvijay SinghShe paints her ideas of love rarely now. With hands locked in her lap, quietly. All her words are now just to reply. I see an unfamiliar smile On a so familiar face. "Kiss me as you used to." "Hold my hand. It's the same coffee table." "The same me." Colour of these walls, texture of this table's wood. That painting behind the counter. Your scent. Nothing's changed. Why did we?
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Added on July 2, 2019Last Updated on July 2, 2019 AuthorDigvijay SinghFaizabad, Uttar Pradesh, IndiaAboutAbout me.. Will slip a line or two in stories.. keep reading. more..Writing
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