She sat alone at that table waiting for her friend or her lover, damn I don't know! I was sitting at a table next to hers, but, what got my attention is that she was frequently checking the clock, probably every 10 or 15 seconds.
Maybe he left her hanging and she waited for so long, until she ordered a cup of tea for herself.
I got caught by the brightness in her eyes, they were probably oppressed tears, I was too waiting for someone but it didn't leave me hanging that someone left a long time ago and for an eternity. And I'm used to come here to reminisce and get lost in my past.
That girl started crying that's when the waitor came and gave her something to wipe off her tears and left her table in silence, he looked at me like he got used to scenes like that, I asked him about who's she, he told me that she comes every day to sit at the same table and remember her lover who died a long time ago. That's when I turned around to look at her but she was gone, I turned back to the waitor and he was gone, there was no one else at the place except for me. I ran to the bathroom and washed my face, looking at the mirror I couldn't see my reflection, Fuck! I DON'T EXIST TOO.
For that I am that person who's his lover grieves him daily at the same place ✌️✌️
#AJ