If We Were Having Coffee…

Have you ever struggled to move on from someone? May be someone you loved but could never lose? Or someone who went to heaven, only to never come back? A friend, a parent, a lover, or someone you don’t even identify a relationship with? May be this poem will take you back to those memories. It will take you to the times where you must have imagined – “What if we met”? “What if we were having coffee”? How would it be to simply cuddle and just, plain lie down together for a while? Or maybe howl your lungs out – scream & cry and just let all that pain bleed through your eyes?

This Poem is my entry for the 7th day & the Last day of the Write Tribe Festival of Words #6. The prompt for today is:- “If we were having coffee”.

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Some day when we meet, & if we were having coffee …

I’d tell you how I loved having you around

I’d tell you how much you mean to me

And may be, wait to hear the same from you.

 

Some day when we meet, & if we were having coffee …

I would tell you that I only pretended with my back towards you,

Sleep never came to my flooded heart and the glass of water never spilled on my pillow

and the glass of water never spilled on my pillow.

 

Some day when we meet, & if we were having coffee …

I’d tell you how your presence & absence meant the same back then

And how your absence and presence feel the same right now.

 

Some day when we meet,& if we were having coffee …

I’d tell you how much I’ve waited to have coffee with you

I never found someone who could brew a better cup…

That your thaumaturgy with coffee or me couldn’t be replicated.

 

Some day when we meet, & if we were having coffee …

I’d tell you that your name pops up in my head every time I pray

No matter how I hate that,

but I still ask for your happiness… & for you.

 

Some day when we meet & if we were having coffee …

I’d tell you that I never loved coffee, my favorite was tea

Unless I met you and drenched in the piety of everything you gave me

Even the tears seem priceless now, even the pain seems treasury

I love you, your coffee, you mean the world to me.

 

Some day when we meet, & if we were having coffee …

I’d tell myself that maybe it was meant to be this way

But then I sit down and think of having coffee with you,

and it never feels the same.

 

Some day when we meet, & if we were having coffee …

I’d ask you for the chunk of me you took with you.

I know neither you nor the chunk is ever coming back,

But I miss it badly, the chunk & you.

 

But I wish I can pour my feelings verbatim in front of you.

May be you hear my thoughts, while I blankly stare in the blue

I don’t know if that’s happening, and even if it’s not,

My last wish is to die with “if-we-were-having-coffee” thought.

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P.S.: I’m quite a funny person per se, so the above is a figment of my imagination.

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You may also like to read:- Meri Maa (My Mother)

You may also like to check out my entry for Day 5 in the Write Tribe Festival of Words #6 “My Dear Table” – An Open Letter to the Tables of the World

This poem is my Day 7 entry in the Write Tribe Festival of Words #6

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