Pessimistic serenity, another recess to my own.

A burgundy table, a coffee stained note.

A space for two, but only silence kept me company.

Smoke rose from untouched lips, a bitter black taste filled the void.

A quiet burn muffled sustained thoughts, but even smoke fades when alone.

She had answers to most, yet not every soul is meant to intertwine, some are born to walk parallel.

That was the only lesson she ever needed to learn.