The Last Conversation

Stuck on the tip 

Of my toungue

Words kept weaving

Themselves 

As the deafaning crescendo 

Of the music 

Filled up the empty 

Conversation between us.

Sitting on the 

Opposite side, 

I observed her 

As she scanned the 

Map above us 

Multiple times. 

Her vanilla scented 

Perfume mixed with 

The smell of coffee beans 

Surrounded us 

As the empty 

Silence paved its way 

Further between us.

Her booming laugh 

Echoed inside my mind 

As the box of 

Our first memories 

unlocked itself.

Physically I was there 

But I let myself 

Wander and retrospect 

The times we had spent 

With each other. 

Nostalgia overtook me, 

As I slipped away 

To find comfort 

In our memories.

I heard

The strings of 

Our friendship breaking 

One by one 

As we sat there, 

Still scanning the 

Map above us.

Yet in that moment

None of us spoke, 

But our goodbyes 

Were said and done

With unarticulated words, 

Deafening music 

The box 

Of our memories

Shutting itself 

Inside of us.