Was it strained? Us?

Will we ever happen?

The kettle screamed at the brightness of Sunday

Is that calmness due to comfort

Or because it got awkward?

Two of coffee and sugar each into two cups.

This was how things felt with us. 

Poured water into each cup.

Was it going to end?

The swirling of the spoon created a dark brown concoction.

Did you think the same?

The white milk calmed the dark to a mild almost magically

Do you still feel the same way about me?

The spoon swirls again to even it out.

I keep the cup on your side of the table.

Since when did we have sides?

The black and white of the newspaper

Tries to dull out my thoughts

When sudden heat hits my neck,

“Thank you” You say ever so slightly.

And you kiss me.

Maybe second chances are what we need.

Time for a romantic one! Woot woot! And a Header will be up tomorrow. Dont forget to check out the prompts and to give my girl Pari some love over at Head High in the Clouds.