Mocha in the Morning
He was not at all a special guy
Nothing extraordinary or worthy of noting
But I remember a few things about him that made him unforgettable
For one I remember those eyes of his, deep brown, like mocha in the morning
I remember a smile that used to play on those lips, the same ones we shared our first kiss with
I remember the embraces we used to make, the ones that you never want to let go of
I remember the day he told me he had to leave, with tears shining in those same eyes
I remember waking up, screaming out his name, only to find out he had already left
I remember the tear stained pillows, the air salty with regret
I remember that soft voice, already fading from my mind
Because I loved too much... And he simply didn't
