#love #heartbreak #writer #poet #poem
With broken heart, I stepped out
to see if the world looks same.
I cross the street,
walked to the cafe where you
read the poem you wrote for me.
I took the chair beside the window.
With the broken heart,
bags under eyes, messy hair,
I recollected myself .
And the aroma of coffee
and excitement of poets,
brought back the days,
Days when I had your arm
around my shoulder, and
your warm breath...