Same old table by the glass
You stir your drink but let it pass
We used to talk for hours here
Now we sit and disappear
Your eyes don’t meet, your hands don’t move
And all the words feel overdue
There’s nothing at the café
Just sugar packs and ashtray days
We sip the past and stir regret
In cups half full of things unsaid
No fights, no screams, no running feet
Just silence folded in receipt
There’s nothing left
At the café seat
The barista still knows our names
But not what’s changed or what remains
They call out orders, call it fate
But we’re too late, we’re just too late
I watch you blink, you fake a smile
And we both stay a little while
There’s nothing at the café
But echoes of a better day
The chairs still warm from where we were
But now the air feels far and blur
I say "take care", you nod your head
We split the bill and what we said
There’s nothing
But goodbye instead
We left a thousand little talks
Inside this room, inside these walks
But now, our story softly fades
Like steam that slips and drifts away
There’s nothing at the café
No reason now for us to stay
We used to laugh, we used to fight
Now we just fade into the night
The door still rings when someone leaves
But no one sees what silence grieves
There’s nothing
At the café
Just empty seats
And you, halfway