wretchedxscribbles:

I

was sitting in the coffee shop,

and you

talked a lot but didn’t say too much.
And we

sat there for many hours,

picking apart all our dreams

and thinking about just what they mean.

Cigarettes in the ashtray,

the sugar sat between us.

There wasn’t much that we could do,

it was 2 a.m.

and there were few

places that we could go

so we sat there, 

in that coffee shop

taking sips and sharing thoughts. 

Thinking about a time,

back when we were young,

we were sitting in a parking lot,

sharing beers, and singing along

to the soundtrack of our youth.

Not caring about the future

and what it had in store for us.

Just living in the moment,

enjoying everything we had.

We are just sitting in a coffee shop,

old and grey,

most the laughs are gone.

The rain runs down the windows,

the bell rings on the door

and we’re gone.