Morning Cry

I remember that Monday morning On a chilly August day I sat down with mom in the kitchen She was drinking her usual coffee Lungo, with condensed milk While i read out The convo i had with you The night before. I was shining, and smiling, the words Weren't properly coming out of my mouth. She looked at me all concerned Didn't know how to tell me something, As a moment of silence Laid down in the room. And then, she said, "You know you love him, And probably one day you'll get him, But it might be one more heartbreak". My eyes filled with tears, It was true, and truth hurts. All the moments we had together Appeared in front of me As i blinked, one tear went down Then the second And my breaking voice whispered "I know". She sat there, listening to me talking About how i don't believe in fairy tales, How i desperately want to unlove you... And how, at the same time, i don't. "Do you want to cry together?".

Just like that, some kitchen In some silly little town of England Had two women crying While drinking coffee At 10 am.