He’d never Know

He would never, maybe, know why I insisted to keep his coffee mug when he left, for long periods, for work. I could never tell him how the coffee from that mug reminded me of his tender warmth on my lips. And couldn’t possibly describe to him the smile that spread across my face when my glasses steamed over & I couldn’t help but remember how he drew that silly face on them when he’d be around …

 

Ghazal.

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