the last coffee with you

This coffee shop is no more the same
These streets, I see through this wet glass are still the same
This dusk has got colors
These roads are still covered with yellow and magenta flowers.
Kids play in this lane, but you are not here with me, to watch them.
You are not here to look deep into my eyes.
You are not here to play with my fingers
I wish you were here in this twilight
Sitting opposite to me, sipping coffee.
For the first time I can smell the aroma in this cafe
Earlier all I could smell was the fragrance of your untied hair
I’m done, nothing holds me here, I will pay the bill and walk away
Walk away to those lanes where we walked together,
Where you whispered to my heart..
I look down and I see these magenta and yellow flowers,.
I came here in search of something, something I can’t define
I came here to find something, something that makes me, me.
I failed; I’m leaving your street
There is no one to hold me close when I leave, no tears will be dribbled down
I will never come back to this café again, searching for my soul.
I don’t know where you are, I don’t know what you do
But I’m here, beneath this tree, where you touched my heart
Where I gently wiped off your tears..
I’m here in this lane, where you had told me that we will never meet again
I’m here..alone…dejected and lost..