Minutes tick away on the coffee shop clock
Cup number 4 starts to bite like  a dog needing attention
The leaves on the tree fall to the sound of ambient chill
My heart follows suit
  
I’m silent in the bustle
Holding back all I feel
Tho I’m on the edge
I smile at the dogs yapping at a new customer

It’s busy. Too busy for the way I feel
I want to scream but know I won’t
I’m too much of a coward to cope with that kind of attention
So I carry on dying.
Quietly.
Staring at my coffee as it gets colder.
My heart follows suit