To a Friend

Let's share a coffee someday
Ideally in a quaint little town
Where faces will be just faces
Words merely passing.
They will not bring back death
Of everything once held close.

Let's find a favourite corner
By a small little window that
Neither brings light or hope
And share a coffee.
Coffee that tastes of your numbness
A little salty, to be honest.

I will not ask. You don't have to say.
In between cappuccinos and insignias
Not much will be left anyway
The pain will however be more human
Not bearable. Just human.
With eyes and ears and nose and tongue
And a coffee in her hand.
Your pain will be sitting right across you
Holding a cup of coffee in her hand.

Two People

Two people are walking around
A town they call home.
Two people who have been to
Too many other places.
Two people who have met too many
Other people, are walking around
Streets that smell of childhood.
They are talking about
Angry fathers
And distant families.
Of songs that are sad
And of songs that are happy.
Of past and future.
Tense.
It's past midnight
And two people are walking
Towards and away from each other.