Change of the Season

Spring has come and I don't think about you anymore
the way I did before
My morning coffee still taste the same,
but I could hardly feels you in it

It's nearly fall
I brought those candles home
with the hope of never to write about you ever again
or about us - about every dances we shared in the kitchen hall

I hope you're fine, because I am
I finally am...


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