Musings

I sit on the windowsill 
with a paper in my lap,
a cup of coffee in hand
And him, in my mind.
The rains pour down,
petrichor bringing back
memories of 
our happy summer days.
The pen made love to the paper,
Leaving behind
scribbled words in mushy ink.
And him, in the
chaotic coffee stains
spilled across all my pages.

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