Mocha for the lady in red
Americano for the gentleman in a tie
And a swirly Frappé for their 8 year old

So she simply let 13 of those messages hang,
Until after a few days when the emotions finally die

But what happens, when love turns to indifference?

Tough love probably did make a daughter
Tough enough, for the big bad world

Time, space, taking a break,
"It's not you, it's me"

Grand balconies that opened to even grander corridors
And hallways that can easily host, a party of 30 people or more

Those, “drive safe” and “did you reach home?” texts
The way we hold hands crossing busy roads
And those spontaneous kisses on the forehead

They say some thoughts are better left unsaid,
Some things better unexplored

And so with every passing storm
She washes away a part of an inner storm

He could see her curvaceously wide waist and small rolls of skin ever so slightly with every calculated movement of her arms.