Dark coffee

Let’s sip that storm out of our coffees. Sit gently on that porch and enjoy the view. The sea inside is swell, should that stop us from loving?

Let graciousness show on our faces. We can lie comfortably now, we've been been together for too long. 

There is a knock on the door, we listen but we don’t. Rocking menacingly in our chairs, plaguing the air. The same air we once breathed into each other.

The wooden armrest bears scratches of our nails, traced violently while trading sweet nothings.

“Beautiful” she stated.

“Indeed”, he answered, looking at the armrest, then at the view.

“You mean the view, right?” He asked

“Ofcourse”, she smiled without looking at him.

“It’s getting dark”, he murmured.

“Open your eyes”, she quipped.

I meant us!

“Oh!” She let it go.

More coffee?

Yes please.