3.30's coffee

This is the right time for a cup of coffee.

With music which is blue.

3.30, I with my coffee.

but you?

I even don't know where are you.

After all.

Even crying i also need to smile.

Even smiling i have to continue.

There is so many ways to say these 3 words.

But who knows that this is not the most romantic things.

Since it is easy to say out these but not "Together".

In addition,

Will you miss?

Or miss occasionally?

That all promises you own me before?

For now.

That song we listened and that day we handed out,

They make me sad. and sorrow.

I miss you. But, I missed you...

It is 3.30 p.m. In starbucks.

That couple chair is no more belong to us.

Siting at a part of corner.

I erase the name from the wall.

I was ordered a coffee.

It is mine.

yet, I am yours.

But, your coffee belongs to whom?

You are drinking my coffee.

The Irich that I have ordered.

It is yours.

I belong to myself.

But, For whom you belong to?

There is an another coffee on the table.

A cup of Caramel Macchiato.

It is not yours.

It is not mine, too.

I am not belonging to anyone now.

But you, is belonging to whom?