Things Unsaid

by EazyNg   Nov 13, 2019

The temperature of the cup of triple mocha
cools my hand.
My hand seems to freeze
but my heart is not.
It is now at the boiling point,
beating rapidly.

Oh! I see.
I see his glorious silhouette.
We have a moment of eye contact
at angle of elevation of 25° from my eyes.

I still do not
have the courage to give him
his favourite beverage and
a sincere thank you.


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