Only If Coffee And Omelette Can

Hot combination of little Omelette and coffee,

As they sit across mincing their catastrophes.

Two glasses lay there vocalizing more than the two,

The Omelette was untouched with the waiters staring through.

The long dead airfares as she utters to speak,

He decided to close the chapter before she could squeak.

Bloodless eyes glance at him,

With the storm in her heart, she decides to leave.

Little omelet and coffee yet lie on the table,

This time cold and crumbled parts just like the vehemence of their hearts.