dusk begins to slip beneath the horizon
pavement is damp and the drizzle continues
car sits idle in the coffee shop parking lot
through the fogged windows two motionless figures
the couple sits in the car and the radio is silent
his knuckles are white gripping the steering wheel
she brings her coffee cup to her lips but doesn’t sip
the leather seats are dank
he turns his gaze to her and catches her eyes
she quickly looks away
raindrops tap on the outside of the car
his stare is now fixed on her hair, that featherlike golden hair
she bites her lip because she can feel his eyes
the smell of her perfume mixed with the spring rain fills the car
he closes his eyes and faces the windshield letting out a sigh
she swallows and folds her arms in, curling herself in her lap
the breaths of two separate people is the only sound
outside those doors the world has stopped
streetlights reflect off the lone wet car
asphalt is soaked, puddles form
night brings a black sky and not a single star
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