in a corner of a patio
we sit down
one cup of hot coffee
one chilled vanilla frappe
as the light flickers
and you smoke your last cigarettes

in a crowd so loud
we sit down
with words floating around
waiting for it's turn
to be heard

in between all the people around
we sit down
with smiles sealed
onto our lips

in this very moment
we sit down
with the rhythm
of our heartbeats
we are alive