17 days passed by,
I guess that you're completely over me now
When you passed by,
my hands reached out for an embrace
but those eyes were not looking at me anymore–
it gazes deeply into another girl's eyes
I guess she's the one,
the lucky one.

17 months passed by,
but I couldn't seemed to move on
everyday I waited for you to show up at my door
but then the bitter truth stay crystal clear
yet these tears could not change anything.

It has been 7 years,
since the day you bid farewell
but here I am in my room—
taking my coffee as usual;
to fill this emptiness,
to fill this longing of missing you
with another dose of caffeine.

a.r