Thirst For Red.

Starbucks!
The two very comfortable chairs and an adoring vase on the table, near our favourite cracked window was perfect for the day.
"Two cups of my regular coffee, please."
Café Latte, the waiter too knew your favourite.
Its been almost two years and nothing feels changed.
I still wear the charming dress you chosed for me on my birthday while shopping. Those sparkling black heels you gifted me on our first date and your very lucky daimond embedded necklace. I still remember your lazy accent of "gorgeous, you are".
I wore it all, all those that you wanted me to wear, being a beautiful lady waiting patiently for her someone.
Someone who hasn't tried returning from two years.
My eyes gaze out of the window in search of you, desiring you.
Wanting you to return if only as a stranger.
The coffee is getting colder by the hour, my love, wanting me to indulge with it.
Each sip of my coffee reminds me of the old days and your lusty eyes that madly wanted me.
Spending my routine hours, I heavy heartedly returned home.
Baby, you are still on the bed?
My lullaby wont let you wake up, I guess. Is it so tough, now?
The worst in the world have named me a psychopath for painting you in glorious red.
Wake up, darling and confess your love for me and my love for the red.