Black Coffee and Cigarettes

The way you held your cigarette
That morning, was like a
Scene straight from a well-written book

The coffee on the table
Before you, was untouched
By your contemplative mind

As I looked across the table
Our eyes met, it struck me
Like the lightning in a stormy sky

Your face was like a memory
Your smile so, inviting
I could hardly pass you by

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Mr. Black Coffee and Cigarettes
I found you
Almost in the knick of time
See I had given up on fairytales
And secret romances
That I thought were just a lie