Why the cake?: First Poem

Walk into a coffee shop together,

She Orders Dutch cake, fruits with a hint of ginger,

Thoughts inside shout, “Unplanned disaster...Fuck sake!”

I protest, “Hardly a place to get a good cake”!

I look at her and glance at her perfect figure,

Does she like the treadmill and all that fitness rigour?

Thoughts shift, when she orders one for me…

I say! To be independent and free!

As the cakes replace the comfortable silences shared,

I think whether enough I have cared (For her).

Paying the bill we leave the place,

The aroma of coffee still beckoning, with a gentle haze.

We head towards the sandy and desolate beach,

Walk towards the whooshing waves and a setting sun, out of reach.

Lost in this moment, I fail to realise,

Turned towards me we see ourselves eye to eye,

What a perfect moment of utter bliss,

We had shared the most beautiful first kiss.

Later I realised the reason behind the damn cake,

She didn’t want to make a moment of passion, a stinky mistake!

Farewell , My Good "Friends"

The past 3 Years of my life have gone by very quickly. It seemed like it was yesterday when I first came to the UK and started my University education. In my first year I made many friends and our entire course was so much like a family.It was an excellent atmosphere and I didn't feel miles away from home in a new environment . I could go on about how wonderful the last 3 years have been.. but I shall save it for next year ,when I graduate :-).
We were a group of 4 coursemates, a Sri-Lankan, a Malaysian and a Greek( all guys). For 3 years we used to hang out together, study , exchange ideas and notes, help each other out with coursework, clear doubts ,why we were also lab mates. So naturally there was a level of comfort with each other. We enjoyed every bit of it.
Graduation came calling this year.......................for them. I was the only one among the group to continue on an MEng degree. The truth was that I thought I would be OK with it.......not such a great thing...you make friends and you move on when the time comes.
Two of them left. Sad part was that they left without me knowing about it. Idiotically I visited their flats and found out that they had checked out many days ago. What hurt me more that I was later told of their departure by my 3rd friend.. .
Did the last 3 years mean nothing to them? Not even enough to say bye and exchange future contact detail? Did the fact that I stay on the floor below them not even come to their mind? Not a call .. not even an msn chat blip was sent out to me..
Were they really my friends? Or did I just assume that ! What a fool Ive been ! Words cannot describe how sad I feel....