They are having a coffee, sitting without knowing why;
without a topic to talk about, they do not know where to look.
They love each other but there is no love; they hate each other without a grudge;
they search and flee at the same time, amidst the silence that follows.
Loneliness gives them their embrace, but they do not accept their failure,
and pretending to return a love that has already left.
And so the days go by pretending that everything is fine;
with silences and coffee, waiting for yesterday to return.
Thus they prolong the end, although everything does not matter to them;
his sad game of love, where there is never a winner.
Thinking of what could be, none manages to understand
that between silences, living, is another way of dying.
Something that begins in joy, when it ends is agony;
painful confusion, where there is no explanation.
Only silences enveloping the promise that died,
and a feeling of terror, believing that never
we will find another love.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)