Maybe Next Thursday - Cold Coffee, Hot Air (with poem)

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Another deserted diner in a megacity,

Another lone soul in an ocean of the restless.

Just got your text—a no-show, as usual.

You know, in all this time, we only met twice.

Always in a hurry, you spreading hot air and gesticulating like a circus artist.

Entertaining, sure, but beware the dreadful view behind the facade.

Promised everything and delivered nothing.

"Maybe next Thursday"—that was your favorite line,

Like a running gag where the joke is on me.

So yeah, "maybe next Thursday" we’ll celebrate, get engaged, marry,
Have children, and build a life together.

You kept me in la-la land while you roamed freely around the world.

I keep thinking about the song "One" by Aimee Mann.
"One is the loneliest number."

I WANT TO BE SOMEONE'S NUMBER ONE.

Guess what? I’m tired of waiting.

Tired of the lies, the deceiving, the stalling.

It's never happening.

Maybe next Thursday...

I'll be gone for good.
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