They were 2 ghosts at coffee
Polite, if not a little awkward
Corpses blushing for the first time
Love flowing like the last gasp in their limbs

Except they were very much alive
And it was burgers, not coffee,
And polite did not conceal
The bitterness that tasted of decay, should have been in a grave
As the last memories of “us” escaped on heated breath
Seance of a dead relationship
Gone terribly afoul.