Whispers Over Coffee

In the Café

He sits alone, lost in thought,

She enters quietly, a hesitant smile.

He: "I thought you wouldn't come."

She: "I almost didn't. But here I am."

Awkward silence, coffee steaming.

He: "How have you been?"

She: "Busy. You?"

He: "The same. But not too busy to think of you."

She: "Funny how life moves on, yet some things linger."

They both sip their coffee, eyes meeting briefly.

He: "Do you remember that night?"

She: "How could I forget? It changed everything."

He: "I wonder sometimes if we made the right choice."

She: "There are no right choices, only the ones we make."

Another pause, the weight of unspoken words.

400 Stance:

The café hums around them, a backdrop to their reunion,

Each heartbeat aching with what was and what could have been.

He: "I miss us."

She: "I do too, sometimes."

The café hums around them, a backdrop to their reunion.

He: "Will we ever find our way back?"

She: "Maybe we already have, in moments like this."

He: "I hope so."

She: "Me too."

Their hands touch briefly, then withdraw.

He: "I should go."

She: "Yes, me too."

They stand, hesitant to leave the warmth of shared memories.

He: "Take care of yourself."

She: "You too."