Black Coffee

You and I are at our favourite coffee shop enjoying the first shower of rain mild, with some black coffee, and you like ever blabbering about what went wrong this week, its been different now, we haven’t seen each other for months now and your face seems familiar but your voice has started to fade out, all I could see was a man who was busy enough to not pay attention to what just happened around, I was drinking black coffee, remember?

But you, you were just a casual man, not someone I loved.

I won’t say I started unloving you for what you did these past months, but you as a person have definitely changed for me.

Your promises changed within few months and “YOU”, well you did too, just like my black coffee.