I wish there was lightning in the sky
but theres tea in my favorite mug
i’ll watch you take a drag
float into the sky with the smoke
you always disappear so easily.
my greatest fears came true the day you stumbled out of that door
every day the smell of coffee at 6 am was a sign that you existed here
just a bunch of innocent kids oversleeping
in anticipation when they wake upto hear your footsteps after your long day
there will never be footsteps.
there will never be coffee at 6am, again.
just those innocent kids…still sleeping.