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Debris of scattered meetings,

on the coffee shop boulevard,

are blistering those tables for two.



Bitter taste in a lonely cup,

kissed by fuchsia lips; emptied, is rosining naked,

under the shower of the dishwasher machine.



Hazelnut breeze is tickling my nose,

teasing my empty mug for a companion,

while I’m waiting for one.



Counting the rain drops,

I am folding my napkin into a swan,

in anticipation to swim away on the street

before you come.



The puddle before me checks-in another reflection

of muted playful eyes and cheap excuse;

checks-out young brown hair.



The gloomy day unfolds my pink umbrella-

while I let the swan enjoy my tears-

until, another kiss will rosy the porcelain cheeks…