Once we ruled the pantry floor,
Mocking meetings, wanting more-
Laughter brewed in mugs and eyes,
Sneaky hugs and alibis.
You’d ask deep stuff out of the blue,
I’d answer like a talk-show crew.
We knew too much, yet played it cool,
Like rebels skipping grown-up school.
One day you ghosted, said “just stress”,
Then coffee breaks turned into guess-
Would she show up or vanish thin,
Like budget hikes or Friday’s gym?
I stayed a fool, kept walking in,
Past the desk where we had grinned.
Even WhatsApp group looks sad,
It misses all the memes we had.
Now here’s a line I thought you’d see -
An old-school ping, low calorie:
No drama, guilt or deep confessions,
Just “hey, remember our sessions?”
If this poem makes you grin,
Maybe next time, check back in -
Not for drinks or long lost tales,
Just one smile near coffee rails. ☕
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