I’ve made a *** of coffee
And filled a cup for everyone.
I pour the last drops for you
But my cup remains dry.

You tell me, you prefer tea.

I’ve made a cup of tea
And place the sugar bowl beside it.
You tell me, you prefer honey
But you’ll drink it anyway.

Since then,

I’ve kept tea in the cupboard
And honey by the sugar

Just in case you’d come around.

And I can’t remember if I, myself,
Preferred coffee or tea.

I feel the rumbling beneath my feet
My eyes are scanning the windows
I take one last drag of my cigarette
Before finding a vacant seat

My heart starts pounding
It feels like I’m gasping for air
Through the blurred noise, I hear my stop is next
I glance up at the people around me

I wonder if they think I’m crazy

My head is spinning
The walls are closing in on me
It feels like I’m crawling to the exit
I glance up at the people around me

I wonder what they see in my eyes

There’s a bright light and a breath of fresh air
It feels like the gates of heaven have opened up