thirty-minute mocha-rhumba rhyme

two souls with two frappés
were in a soul café
exchanging highs and lows of their respective days
and respecting each other's space
while wafts of caffeine fill their tastes

they throw at each other
half smiles that mean whole truths
as they cautiously converse with measured moves
but none of it seems to matter
as both know it will soon be over
in just half an hour

after a half-hour's worth of stories were exhausted
token thank yous and goodbyes were said
and each turned the opposite way
suddenly everything became faint recollections with shades of grey

soon the half smiles will be gone but the whole truths will stay
it will linger like the taste of the frappés
those two souls shared that fateful day
inside a soul café