Today's story
Each day they come, lovers from the past.
He arrives first, climbs the stairs, chooses the same chair,
orders the same coffee, looks at the same scene.
The coffee sits unfinished when he leaves,
wandering down a familiar pathway in search of himself.
Not long after he leaves, she arrives, climbs the stairs
and sits in his still-warm chair, inhaling deeply.
A trace of his cologne lingers,
waiting to rekindle memories.
Each day she looks around, seeking her phantom lover.
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