Over coffee

A violet velvet couch,
a deep coco aroma
and a cup of coffee.

And we meet, the first time.

Glances are exchanged,
remarks of cordiality follow
like bodyguards behind.
Questions are asked,
comments made,
Experiences shared,

Past and Future,
Likes and Dislikes,
Tastes and Talents,
Work and Play,

"A lot can happen
over a cup of coffee"
But, nothing does.
Did they mean 'cups' ?

What follows is just
deathly silence.
The silence tries to
wash away the tit-bits
of memories, but fails.