When the dawn breaks, we shall meet again.

Have you
ever wondered 
what it feels like
waiting for someone,
your heart skipped
a beat each time
you watched
a stranger
walked
through the
same door you
entered, the very
first time we met back
then? Your smell, 
your steps, and
your smile,
everything was
magical. I miss our
small talk, how the scent
of the coffee lingered
when we laughed.
I miss you my
beautiful fair lady, and I
am dead sure you
miss me too.