A half-eaten muffin
on the countertop
two friends engrossed
lost in tales
two cups of coffee
half full
cold and long-forgotten
lipstick marks on one
the other with none
skies turning orange
hues of crimson
reflecting on window panes
gulls flying out high
silent breeze drifting in
hours gone by
time standing still
the day wrapping up
they turn on the lamps
glance at the coffee
the bran muffin long forgotten