We drank our coffee as if it was the last time
we would pretend interest in one another.
Liquid hot bubbled in cups
of stoic pretending.
How soft the snow falls as we butt
our cigarettes into
unspoken glances.
I remember when words rushed from my lips
when I first poured that
very first cup for us.
Seemed our sentences could not complete
themselves fast enough.
But I know that every fall day leads
us closer to the cold
of empty indifference.
I miss you already.

We sip at our brewed tonic and sometimes mumble
solemn platitudes
at one another.
This and that, that and this. Words, but not emotions.
Sounds, but no connection.
Take as long as you wish to drain your caffeine away.
It does not matter now.
When done, we'll rise from table, like anxious
newbies hoping
to fit in.
A casual hug. A nod of head as we begin our
unknowing of one another.
Goodbye.

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