With half-engaged brain, I woke up to this day.
The cup of hot coffee can't sip away
the cold space between you and me.
The warmth from my omelet did not reach you
to thaw the icy silence from your lips.
I wished I had remained in some dream scape
where stories can be altered to bring up
better endings. Instead, I have a pair of shoulders
served cold for breakfast.
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