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Mar 2019
Do you remember that eve,
One of many to come, I believe
You came home withered
Your eyes were red
But your hands were cold
You wanted to quit your quest
Buried you face into my chest
That was my first "situation" with you
I didn't know how to deal with
All I knew was " I have to do my best"
I made you sit on your favourite chair
Where you would often fall asleep
While reading
But mostly just sitting
I guess it must be crazy deep
And I made you that coffee
I bragged about so much
You held your cup
with both your hands
Sieving the warmth
through your palms
And took a sip,closed your eyes
Like some just recited
The verses of Psalms
While you drank your cup
I watched you in silence
Sitting on the edge
Running fingers through your hair
When you were done
I thought you would say
Something about my coffee
But all you said was
" I can't remember what was I so stressed about?'
and you looked to my face
Only to see my big grin with
"I told you so" patched over it
Then you went back to your thoughts
We didn't say a single word
You sat there holding me by my arm
Your mellow breath said it all loud
You love me and my coffee,without a doubt.
Shobhit
Written by
Shobhit  23/M/Banaras
(23/M/Banaras)   
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   Jayantee Khare
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