91. over

Once this rain stops
I will make that final call
and intend to end everything
Please make the coffee for sheltering from the rain extra bitter

Any reason will do
I just grew to hate
the version of me that keeps loving you forever

The shadows of droplets clinging to the window stroke my cheek
What I saw in your arms
was a repetition of a dream that was too kind
That night, the warmth was of no use at all

Leaving a soft kiss on the milk-colored mug
I will set off on a journey to the next town