I saw her yesterday. She was crying. I smiled but couldn’t touch her.
It was my funeral.
In the grey night under the green lights
sitting alone in the black city
they would starve for a cup of coffee
trying to unfold it with their mouth.
Blending the powder with water and ice
and letting the coldness through their lungs
like a wounded CD they would repeatedly ask,
“What is the reason for living this life?”
The thrown away packages and emptied
coffee cups would lead them to seek for sense
under the blue moon where none is արթուն.
Out of silence, they would hear
“Welcome to your recoffeeated life.”
You have failed to fulfill your existence.
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The blackness in you,
failed to seduce
the whiteness in me
for the grey was never satisfactory.