96. A story from my diary

After 6 years I visited the 6th Street Mc'd
I pulled out my diary
Walked back into our story
7 in the morning, you'd arrived
I was 15mins late, you hated to wait.
In a white floral top, blue denims
Neatly combed silky straight hair
Anger on your nose,
Gorgeously lit up by your dimple
You wanted to yell on me
While I came and kissed your lips
I directly cut to your coffee sips
That morning was special
That day we'd moved beyond best friends
Acknowledged the stretch of our ends
Your dislike for black coffee
Especially when they stayed on my lips
The sweet taste of your gloss
Every time we kissed
You had your fingers crossed
Every bit of that day came back to me
Except now it wasn't we
And you weren't beside, to see
Nothing had changed,
nor the chairs, neither the pillars
Except for your hand
I had this Parker, like a pain killer
I could still feel you beside
Look into your brown eyes
Sense your energy
Feel the building synergy,
I Cringed when looked beside
Just an empty table on that side.
You were gone
We'd have completed 6years today
For in this diary we've completed it
Come, sit
A candle I lit, cut the cake
Let us reminisce our first day
Death can't part our ways
Within me, alive you'll always stay...