The Bitter Coffee Soldier.

And as she tinkered with the cubes of sugar kept in an inconspicuous bowl in front of her, 

Thinking, 'What if happiness was packaged into cubed bite sized bits like this, maybe then life would be a better place'

Miles away,

Oblivious.

 He pushed away the sugar bowl,  took a short sip from his steaming cup of double espresso, thinking 

'Some things are just better dark and bitter'.

The brighter your light, the stronger their shadows

And thus the night beckoned the morning

Spent, weary and blinded by the cold

But the sun procrastinated the dawning 

Wary of what the night and the secrets it may hold.