The Two

diners with the
coffee
that goes down thick
and the big eyes
of last night's
demise
this one lasts
forever
cigarette burns to
ash
in seconds
seemingly
nothing is
said
ever said
here
but here we meet
to discuss through
our thin hands
and chapped skin
the nothingness
life has given
us
and as the world
moves free
we stay
seated
me,
upon my knees
not so gracefully
you,
slumped so sullenly
this is what
love's done
a strong hug
in the
parking lot
and without a word
this time,
next week
it's you and me