An Adagio Evening

The music hums in my ears
melancholy like never before
and the roses laid on the table
are as red as one from those cliched poems
i dug out from my closet last night
and watched it drift away
along the breeze through my window

\The awkward silence hangs between us
like a pearl made of dewdrop
on the tip of a leaf
and hesitant fingers intertwine
to compensate for the loss of words

Slowly we savour each drop of caffeine
dipped in vanilla essence
relishing life
the way we knew it before
rejoicing in the fact
that it'd be smoke ever after

The sun disappears into naught
as if covered by a magic shawl
at first orange
and suddenly all black

The evening ends here
and so does the magic

One last smile
and I search my pockets
for a remaining cigarette...