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Jul 2020
The chair on the other side of the table
remains vacant,
And the cup of coffee on the desktop
Gets colder,
And I sit in front of the emptyΒ Β seat,
Staring at the door,
In hope that it will open
And someone will appear and approach me,
But every time I get disappointment
And I have to drink coffee alone there.
Is someone free?
Abdul Qadir
Written by
Abdul Qadir  16/M/Beneath the sky
(16/M/Beneath the sky)   
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