Cigarettes and coffee

A squirrel runs up on a branch
As the strong wind blows 
And on a hill in the distance 
is a tree with Rosie red apples

As he types on the old keyboards
He holds a cigarette and coffee 
Thinking of the girl he loves 
But it was not meant to be

She is a doctor now in Iraq
Helping the unfortunates of the world
he always know she would do that
cause she was with a heart made of gold

she was and will always be 
the love of his life
their plan their future and waited
but the conclusion never arrive

he was control by the power of his pen
and she wanted to travel to help the sick
some times love is not the main ingredients
to make a relationship sticks

living the life of a writer
you are cursed to be alone 
Secluded here In a cold log cabin 
With only a fire to warn his bones

he thinks of his friends on Facebook 
The best people that he ever know 
The seeds of friendship was planted 
And their kindness has made it grow

He wonders about his families
Roger, riad, Shirley and rianna 
Maybe he will give them a call 
but he can’t find their number

He heard rianna and Mackie
Last June they got marry 
and he thinks but are not sure
last year they have a little baby

his brother azad is still single 
To much girls for him to marry
And saleem become an actor
in movies for Walt Disney

Yes he become a poet 
And just like all poets are curse
he pushes his heart to the side
And put his pen and paper first

He gives his heart to someone
But happiness was an illusion 
So he bury himself in his writing 
and ran away to hide in seclusion

He left everything behind 
To write his life a new page 
He though the loneliness will ease 
And it only gets stronger with age

he misses his family and friends
But all he have is good memories 
standing looking out the window
with his cigarettes and coffee

He always thinks of them 
Some names he can’t recall 
But to his family and friends
He will always love them all