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Coffee & Waiting

I wonder where you are.
You're not here. You don't respond.
I've been here now an hour
Waiting for you. I had
hoped you would remember me,
but I think you got
Distracted by better company.
I know I'm not easy, but I
didn't think it was difficult
to have a cup of coffee
with me. So now I'm waiting
for you. I've finished my
second latte now. How very poetic
That I'm sitting in a coffee shop
Writing poetry about loneliness.
I'm very tired, almost delirious,
running purely on my two lattes
that I drank whilst
waiting for you. It's amusing,
that lattes become poetry whilst
waiting for you. I think that
last latte struck up a revolution
in me as I sat here
waiting for you, because I
realise now, that you're not you.
You're merely an ideal
and I'm waiting for that
ideal to arrive. Because I'm
lonely and I'm wishing that
you were here, but I'm tired now,
tired of waiting for you. So thankyou,
but no thankyou. I'm Leaving.

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