She sipped her coffee nervously,
far more nervously than she had before.
her eyes intent on the shaky hands across the table;
his bloodshot eyes staring at the tile floor.
Shards of glass
came to rest on that dirty tile,
it was the first spilled drink
though definitely not the last;
it would be hard to get his fill
with a heart known to stay broken,
a bitter melody echoing still
coming from a wound known to stay open.
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