12:00 p.m.- There are two other people already seated in the coffee shop. A man with beads in his hair, and a girl in a brown business suit. The trembling "Terrible Love" by The National interrupts nervous thoughts. 12:15 p.m.- She walks in the front door and forces a smile. Remnants of mascara tears are visible on her checks. Bright Eye's acoustic duet "Land Locked Blues" plays as she sits down. Conor Oberst painfully melodic lyrics collide with guitar strings. The silver clock on the wall seems to tick unusually loud.
12:17 p.m.- She looks up and says in a guilty whisper, "I cannot see you anymore. I think this is over." Every movement feels vitally conscious. Bon Iver's literary "Blood Bank" drowns out her explanation of "appreciation, hurt, and jealousy." She stares, waiting for a response. The remorseful lyrics declare, "I'm in love with your honor, I'm in love with your cheeks."
12:25 p.m.- The smell of roasted coffee beans starts to stink. She stands, shakes her head and leaves. As the door slams behind her the brimming "All to All" by Broken Social Scene begins. Lisa Lobsinger soothing lyrics coincide with the accelerated tempo. A women in red high heels yells at employee about a cappuccino.
12:45 p.m.- Memories of hands, laughter and lazy days overwhelm the mind. The women in high heels screams something about dry cleaning into her Blackberry. The walk out the door feels weighted as the angry guitar of Wilco's "I Am Trying to Break your Heart" eliminates the noise on the street. "Disposable dixie-cup drinking. I assassin down the avenue. I am hiding out in the big city blinking. What was I thinking when I let go of you."
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