A Couch Too Big for One
The dame has been in this scenario for quite some time,
The space seems too vast for her fragility,
it eats her up,
breeds out a deafening monotony.
Casually, someone would sit for tea,
and she smiles,
and temporary highs.
In her mind, she grips his wrist,
But, she snaps back to reality,
on another red couch.
And she casually brushed her way to the couch’s middle,
sipped her tea,
and bit her tea-stained lip.