Rain and coffee

Alexithymia is the inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. That is my state now. I cannot describe how the continuous pitter-patter of the rain outside is making me feel. It reminds me of something. Something ancient. Something from long long ago. Something from my childhood. Not that long really, fifteen years maybe. It … Continue reading Rain and coffee

I knew you would come

Conversations Unfinished You left, angry While I waited my coffee, to finish I thought you would come back. But It snowed where you sat. I sat alone Cold Without you to keep me warm. Till you came back Smiling, To take me home.