Two cups to somewhere…

The silence clouds the little things

The stench of hope lingers

Little nothings of sweet anticipation

They loom in the air

How there was just me and you;

Table for two.

But then again

Is it us?

Is it an empty cup?

A table of seated wonder

In the aroma of nothing

Stirring cups of patience.

Stirring…

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