© Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR! The streetlamp bleeds a halo through the condensation pane Two minutes past twelve on a Tuesday, soaked in city rain You were tracing circles in the ring left by your cup I kept looking down so you wouldn't catch me looking up The espresso machine hissed like a secret being kept While the rest of the avenue rolled over and slept And all the things we didn't say are sitting on the rim Of paper cups that cool off while the neon lights go dim You promised me tomorrow without speaking a single word It's the quietest storm that I have ever heard Yeah, the rain beats down on the asphalt seam And we're just waiting out the night inside the coffee shop steam You pulled your keys out, tossed them on the formica board A silver chime that sounded like a resolving chord I pulled my sleeves down, hiding where my pulse beats fast We talk about the weather like we want the storm to last You said, "The trains stop running after one o'clock, you know" Which really meant, "I'm terrified to watch you go" And all the things we didn't say are sitting on the rim Of paper cups that cool off while the neon lights go dim You promised me tomorrow without speaking a single word It's the quietest storm that I have ever heard Yeah, the rain beats down on the asphalt seam And we're just waiting out the night inside the coffee shop steam And maybe in ten years we'll laugh about the amber light The way the water pooled inside your coat collar that night Or maybe I will walk past here and see someone else's face Sitting in the booth where we left every single trace Of the words we held like glass behind our teeth The heat above the counter and the cold underneath I almost said "I love you" to your reflection in the glass I almost asked if all of this was built to pass And all the things we didn't say are sitting on the rim Of paper cups that cool off while the neon lights go dim You promised me tomorrow without speaking a single word It's the quietest storm that I have ever heard Yeah, the rain beats down on the asphalt seam And we're just waiting out the night inside the coffee shop steam Just coffee shop steam... Two past twelve, Tuesday rain You left your keys on the counter, but you left your heart in the frame Yeah, just waiting out the night Inside the coffee shop steam... © Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR!
