Breakfast

by Jacques Prevert

He put the coffee
In the cup
He put the milk
In the cup of coffee
He put the sugar
In the cafe au lait
And he set down the cup
Without a word to me
He lit
A cigarette
He made smoke-rings
With the smoke
He put the ashes
In the ash-tray
Without a word to me
Without a look at me
He got up
He put
His hat upon his head
He put his raincoat on
Because it was raining
And he left
In the rain
Without a word
Without a look at me
And I
      I took
My head in my hand
And I cried.

This poem about love lost made me tear up.

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