At the blue cafe

The words kept running across their minds
Just like how their soup was mixed up in the bowel in front of them
Yes, it was one bowel…they decided to eat it together with the sweet and sour taste it brings

They couldn’t really catch a snap shot for what they truly wanted
Like people who lost their way to heaven
Or those who lost their way in hell
Or even those who were lost wondering…
If they’re the ones who know or the ones who don’t care

Their wonders and their thoughts drifted them away
Away from the joy of the moment,
And away from the real moment of joy

Their words were still stuck at their throats
And their soup wasn’t getting any colder

A song was playing at the back of the scene
It moved them from they are, to where they would like to be
Or to a déjàvu that flashed back many buried memories…yet still hung dreams
Dreams that are portrayed and are decorating the walls of their hearts
The hearts that grew old when they were so young…yet still beating
Beating to live, but seldom it is living to beat


Their hands longed to touch,
Their bodies long to melt,
Their breaths longed to meet,
They missed intimacy, not in itself, but with each other

Their knocking calls were stuck at their throats
And their soup wasn’t getting any colder

Put on to each other a visionary gown of hopes
Perfectly simulated the roads to ends
Consciously established a code of excuses
With no promises to hold on to

In silence it was all shared
In public it was all noticed
In vein it was all claimed

Their hopes were stuck at their throats
And their soup wasn’t getting any colder
And it was all kept as their little secret, locked up at the blue cafe