When I saw your face that morning last Summer I didn’t realize I would be so affected and such a mess all over again, who are you? Who are you to me? Why is it that I can’t move from this place with you? Relationships don’t work, happiness feels wrong and your kiss is still the only one that I will never forget. “Why” – is still the lingering adverb roaming the long dark lonely halls of my memory, but why you? Who are you?
Do you ever wonder too?
Her mourning coffee 