It once happened like that,

You brought me to the coffee shop near where you lived

We sat there for hours and hours til late and it was supposed to close

We walked outside, slowly, and my tummy felt weird

Not because of the caffeine that I consumed

But simply because of how you made me feel 

Then it used to be like that

We would sit there for hours, at the same corner

I would open my laptop and you would open yours

You would try to finish your task 

You would try your best not to be too distracted

As you couldn't resist not to talk with me 

But even if we sat in the silence, we both felt comfortable 

There was no gap to be filled, we respect each other's space

Back then we would talk about everything except that gap between us

Now it happens like this, 

I would sit on the same corner, I would order the same coffee

They never have to ask for my coffee nor my name again 

I will still open my laptop, and I will try my best not to be too distracted

As everytime I hear the barista spells a name like yours

I will sit straightly and I can feel my heart is pounding once again 

What a curse, as your name is a common name 

There must be thousands! 

But they weren't you. They aren't you. 

For you once left. And never come back again 

And I will sit here, once again, 

Everyday

With a slight hope

How I hope to see you open that door again!

So here I am. 

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5.26 am. It's just a work of fiction inspired by hours that I spent doing my deadline once on a coffee shop nearby.