One day, I hope,

We'll meet again

In some random coffee shop,

In some random city.

You'll have your coffee

And I'll get my tea.

Strong,

Sweet,

And spicy:

Just the way I like it.

You'll turn to me,

Completely be withered,

Telling me how

You once had a friend

That drank tea the exact same way.

I know I'll smile and nod

Claiming that's nice.

And I may even ask you

What had happened to her.

I wonder what you'll do.

Will you frown

And claim that you don't know?

Or will you lie to me

And say you two are still friends?

Either way, I'll smile

And it's wonderful,

Only to walk away again.

Feeling complete in knowing

That you are well.

Secretly, however, I'll wonder

If you found me a famular dayshavu

Or not.

I'm not sure what this really means to me. Yet.

I had this urge to write and this what came out .. I dunno if it's any good but it's only the rough copy, anyways..

Dedicated to :  A very dear person to me. Who even knows if we're still friends.

He IS my friend, one my best... I just have no clue if I'm even existent in his eyes anymore...

Comments welcome --- Other people's thoughts are helpful...

Ja ne.

The one, the ONLY;

~Petit Vampyre ~