i got this poem from my old friendster blog.
i wrote it last 2005 on a piece of tissue paper.
hehehe
two cups of water
small coffee
bits and crumbs of croissant
eaten fastly
folded tissues with poems
written all over
melted butter on a saucer
people talking
minding their own businesses
old men with their wives
some with their mistresses
clearing up
dirty tables, empty chairs
washing dishes, cleaning wares
photographs on black and white
painted walls
a flickering light
no one here
everybody’s gone
all alone now
coffee, anyone?
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