Some cracks can be felt but not seen

i remember the times
when we used to
sit by our
favourite coffee place

on the
plush red sofa
where we would
watch the world
pass us by
while
finishing off
each other's sentences

with our
raspberry fraps; caramel dreams; vanilla lattes; berrydreams
in hand
we would invite one another
into our own personal realities
where we teased at the insecurities
and laughed at the embarrassments

the world goes on around us
we are lost in time

but now
we no longer
mention the
plush red sofa
nor
have time
to enjoy our drinks
together

awkward silences
replace
the spaces
that was once
for the laughter

veiled innuendoes
and
underlying annoyance
now dominate
our conversations

easy acceptance
has surrendered to
extreme impatience

when our gazes meet
the smile that appears
never quite reach our eyes

bring me back
bring us back
to the time
where we first began

before everything
becomes
what it is slowly
becoming

a memory


*and i see you standing there, wanting more from me. but all i can do is try.