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Late afternoon by the window seat
Your iced coffee, mine with peach tea
Golden lines across the floor
Nobody reached the door
You traced circles on the glass
Talking slow, just letting time pass
Outside, bicycles rolled by
Clouds drifted through the sky
The ice clinked once
Then settled low
Funny how the quiet grows
The last ice cube
Turning into summer rain
Holding on a little longer
Before it slips away
The last ice cube
Floating in a paper sky
Some afternoons don’t ask for much
Just you and I
Playlist humming nice and low
People coming, people go
A waitress smiles, “Another round?”
You look up, then shake your head
A breeze slips through the open door
Lifts the receipt onto the floor
Neither of us makes a move
There’s nothing left to prove
One more story
One more laugh
Sunlight fading through the glass
The last ice cube
Turning into summer rain
Holding on a little longer
Before it slips away
The last ice cube
Floating in a paper sky
Some afternoons don’t ask for much
Just you and I
The glass is almost empty now
Still no reason to leave somehow
You smile
“So… same time next week?”
The last ice cube
Gone without a single sound
Even when the day is ending
Light is all around
The last ice cube
Melting into memory
Some days never really leave
They stay quietly
