I looked outside my window-blurred with tiny rain drops
It seems as if the sky shared the grief with me
After you left...
The coffee isn't warm anymore like how you make it
It's bland, cold, and black
I missed the taste of the love you put in the cream
I really just want you back
But, you're at that hideaway of yours
And, I'm just in the back of your mind.

Until due time...
   I'm still...
   All yours.