THEN:
Coffee break was a silence
between their love that was whispers,
intimate, intricate, integral.
Their honeysuckle hearts a symphony
amidst the air that was an orchestra,
scintillating, stimulating, soulful.
NOW:
Silence has become a never-ending break
between their love that is a wrinkle of time,
dull, dreary, dismal.
Fractured hearts nothing but a friction in oblivion
amidst the air that is a shadow of the mundane,
sullen, sulky, sour.
Will slivers of nostalgia revive their lifeless life?
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