The Inner Beauty of Ambiguity

It should have been a landmark
That corner coffee shop
Where one day we would have passed
with pointing fingers
Reminiscent of our once shaky palms
For in the window we sat
as you were swallowed by the sun
I fiddled with my half-empty cup
And you watched your future open up
With dreams of new used cars
And a space for me
For the way you talk about nothing
Is how I know you would have given me everything
But as I shut the door behind you
The sinking feeling inside me implodes
For I can’t stop the silence from screaming
I’m not ready to be happy

I make landmines out of landmarks