writing poetry is like writing to an old friend , one you haven't heard from in years , one that , frankly , you forgot existed , you meet for coffee , discuss weekend plans and live in each others light , you'll still try to prove something , whether you're ready or right or fine, eventually you'd part ways after promising you'd meet up again , for coffee in that same corner shop , on a gloomy day , to reminisce .
for Anna , whose love for coffee and friendship will always bring me joy .