Chapter 44 : Coffee
The morning is bleak
and my coffee, black.
I am thinking of words,
I cant take back.
I wonder how and when
I switched over from tea.
No, definitely not in summer,
I remember leaves under my feet.
I came back home,
feeling a sense of release.
The leaves were yes, changing,
I looked at mom and said "some coffee please."
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