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The bokeh shines


The bokeh shines fall on to his shirt
It was when he smiled out of the morning blue
Sipping the coffee he realized,
It was good to have her there.
There, not on the front chair facing her
But the place where bokeh light were shinning
On his sleeves
On the left of his chest
Near his heart

The wide smile was playing hide and seek
He knew after a couple of hours she would be gone
Gone, may be forever
Or may be for until their next coincidental face off
But bidding a good bye is so not welcomed by him
He loves people staying, without being asked to
He falls shot of words to ask people to stay

Trying to have more of her
He kept quite to hear off her
Talking
Smiling
Getting pissed off
Shying
Humming
And with also a few blank thoughts
Was she sitting there right in the front

He wasn't inhaling oxygen for this moment
He wasn't exhaling the carbon dioxide
It was suffocating to see her go
So he was gasping the most of her
It's was fine to suffocate with lack of oxygen
But not with her absence

And he earned his moment when the kid accidentally pushed her on to him
On his sleeves
On the left of his chest
Near his heart

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