I had a quiet conversation today,
On the second level, overlooking the crowd,
With songs of love as a lullaby,
And black coffee as my companion,
There was no more angry argument,
There was no more roar of laughter,
Just as monotone, plain quiet one
For I actually had my conversation
With an empty chair instead
Whereby last time it was filled by you
-clueless mademoiselle remains clueless-
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