"Tell me how you've been," he gently prods. "I've been well--sort of," she states. She sips her coffee; He tries hard not to stare At the lips, he knows, too well. He looks away; She does her best to hide The quivering yearning, deep inside. Both remember the mark of the love That they attempted to ignore. She rouses to leave; He stops her with his hand. Can love win this time? #mark #yqbaba #randompoetry #randomthoughts #loveforgotten #lovewins #diwa
