After a long time
they decided to meet,
after the sunset
as usual.
No display of affection
but with gentle etiquette
as usual.
But today the sky had gathered grey clouds,
and was raining outside.
They waved hands to each other and
secured their places to sit.
Adjusted themselves to the depth of comfort.
The conversation began
with the warmth of desperation.
They talked,
some romance.
They talked,
some friends.
At that moment the ambiance around got as blurred as lost.
And the time was flying.
Between,
that in-depth conversation,
They noticed,
they didn't look into eyes,
although nobody was hiding anything.
But still why?
The redolence of coffee and tea
represents them quietly.
They are different but together.
It was raining when they met
and decided to leave when it stops.
"The rain is stopped, and it’s time to..." you said.
"But the wind is still strong," I interrupted.
