Fought a fight so painful, felt nothing but defeated
Thought things will get better, but after I said a word
Saw you run, gasping for air
Left alone in a crowded room
My lukewarm coffee witnessed it all
Tears flow like a river
Is it another latte spilled and stained
I tried and waited, but I guess it's over
And the next time we cross path, all I'll say:
It's you who chose to walk away.
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