You saw me cry and ask
Would you like some coffee?
And with every next sip
Of black, bitter coffee
I was forgetting him
And making space for you
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
You saw me cry and ask
Would you like some coffee?
And with every next sip
Of black, bitter coffee
I was forgetting him
And making space for you
Sometimes small gestures can make you realise that there is hope for the future.