Far we reached, appalled due to the slightest repulsion,
The café buzzed with conversations, none of them evoked our attention.

The grand window's view taken for granted,
Unfocused eyes surrendering to a longing that haunted.

The week slipping on Mondays and Tuesdays,
The spectrum ending with a lonely shade of Sunday.

A single cup of coffee wishing for some company,
For it lived for those short ten minutes sullenly. 

The back of heads, shirts of different colors,
Suddenly under this dim lighting every face morphed into the other.

Prides predominant and strong like this intense caffeine,
Stirring spoons of denial letting its flavor stand between.

The sun setting and the night calling for a walk, 
The clatter of shoes filling the voids due to lack of talk.

And just before slumber comes to end the replicated day, 
A singer's voice in the earphones tells you that minds often force hearts to decay.