In that little cafe by the corner
With neon signs of double espresso
A metaphor to the double trouble
Even the double stalk of orchids
Could not mask the smell of frustration and heartbreak
Lingering from the table by the window
A man with sleek white shirt
A lady with floral pencil dress
A cup of hot long black
A slice of classic cheesecake
Once upon a time
They were lovers
Full of sweetness
And steaming lust
Now has nothing
But hints of bitterness
And bits of regrets
Nothing can tend these two souls now
Not even a tall glass of mango maracuja
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