~ Wayfarer! ~

~ Wayfarer! ~

A sugarless cup,

Of double shot coffee,

Reminds me of your bitterness,

That how you smelt raw, cobalt,

Of a sour, leaden countryside …

Your tongue tasted of metal,

Your eyes, so deep n’ dark,

Fingers as cold as long as the dusted path,

Your skin, remembrance of a lone journey,

Spent in the company of paradoxical larks,

And languorous leaves and barks …

I’ve traveled alone,

On this begrimed country road,

Much far, so far!