Between Us, Silence

The café hums softly,

chairs scraping like faded memories,

rain bending against the glass

as if the sky itself cannot bear to watch.

Your hand rests near mine,

not touching,

but close enough to remind me

of every place we once belonged.

We speak in fragments—

laughter stitched with sorrow,

questions that arrive too late,

answers that dissolve in steam.

Love is here,

but thinner now,

like light pressing through

a cracked windowpane.

I taste the bitterness of coffee,

the sweetness of you leaving.

And I wonder—

was this the ending we carried

inside us all along?

Outside, the world waits.

Two doors,

two paths.

One last look—

and we are gone.