The doorbell chimes yet again
He comes in.
The enigma of a man
A regular at this cafe

I make his usual black coffee
With a teaspoon of brown sugar
There's no need to exchange words
I already know the order by heart

He makes his way to the usual spot
Near the bookcase filled with treasures
Takes one out
And devours every sentence with pleasure

The world ceases to exist around him
Those words come to life
Figures emerge from the drawings
He becomes one of them

I wait eagerly for my signal
Just one glace would be enough
To fill my little role in his routine
By bringing coffee in this blue cup

Just small little glance
And my day would brighten
But it seems like waiting will be tough
As he got lost in the neverland again

Drip, drop
The mist disperses quietly
Drip, drop
There are only droplets lying around
Drip, drop
The rain subsides finally
Drip, drop
The silent cries are finally drowned

I got a super secret list
It has some ingredients in it
You see, I'm gonna cook tonight
And have some fun with it

First of there is the main course
Chicken, turkey and a goose
Beef, bacon, sausages
Served with some mango juice

Salad out of  lettuce and cheese
Would make a great side to the rice
And the souce made of chillies
Would compliment it pretty nice

I have to remember  to get some flour
Milk, eggs and butter
Yeast is pretty important too
If I want to make bread fun to chew

But I have to stop daydreaming first
Or else the shop is going to close

Time runs like the sand through hands
This frail creature's fate is nearing it's end
I'm selfish to be the first to go
But happy to be sent off by a lifelong friend

I might never see you again
But your love was precious like wind
So wild yet calming
Not worthy of a mere symbol like ring

Take this hand and never forget me
Cry as much as you can
Then finally release it from your heart
And build a monument in your mind

My last breath will be spent on your name
And this is a promise that I'm not afraid to say

If I had a big paper plane
I would be a pilot of it
And visit your dreams

Blank paper
So pure
Let me corrup you with thoughts
And stain with blue scars