She sits by the window
In her hand
a cup of coffee
with memories
rising and disappearing
like tendrils of steam

His fingers drum the table
His eyes following her movements
They don't recognize each other by sight
The beating of hearts has dumbed down

Her head rests on his shoulder
His hand intertwined with hers
their minds are far away
building castles in the sky
of a grander future
without restrictions

There is regret
soon to be eroded by time
But for this moment
their hearts are still alive

His lips against hers
stifle the sound
They can't be loud
They can't be discovered
They move closer together
not wanting to ever be apart

The beating
Of a heart in love
can't be masked
like other sounds can