Unspoken
Your distant stare draws me in
Brushing elbows over morning coffee
Exchanging midday emails casually asking,
"What's for lunch?"
"Frothy latte around 3?"
Afternoon delight...
So goes...
Our silent affair!
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Your distant stare draws me in
Brushing elbows over morning coffee
Exchanging midday emails casually asking,
"What's for lunch?"
"Frothy latte around 3?"
Afternoon delight...
So goes...
Our silent affair!