Chairs turned sideways lights turned low
Steam rose slow in afterglow
Last two cups still kissed the heat
Quiet pooled along each seat
Brooms did not disturb the peace
Clatter shrank then came release
City sighed through glassy pane
Inside warmth refused to wane
Couple stayed without a rush
Conversation born of hush
Words not loud but deeply grown
Unperformed completely known
Beauty hides in subtle hours
Not in neon’s noisy towers
Love begins when clocks grow kind—
Closeness thrives in unrolled mind