last meeting

A Poem by vaishnavi

it hurts

the last night when we decided to meet
i was eager to see you
i was waiting at the coffee cafe
but i received a phone call
it was by Ur name
as i picked it up
it says '' hello, is this ______'s
number'' i said ''yes''
and then i got news that
you got with an accident and are no more
i cried and cried
and felt asleep
but then you came
and make me awake from my dream
and we sit and have a beautiful coffee with a lovely chat