Tea for Two or Two for Tea

Walking down the midnight ave the warm summer breeze something caught my eye. It was the a couple not just any old couple the "tea couple", young, hot, mature. As I watch them engaged into each other laughing, smiling, the simple little touches that sends the sparks into each other eyes. I begin to dream of that wanting to feel free without care in the world to feel as if I was floating on air. Coming back to earth I realize that they were walking down the street in front of me so i began following. As they hold hands in the sweetest little way I begin to image again gliding down the golden streets with prince charming oh how sweet it sounds. Coming back i realize I had follow them home. As they went into the building I follow them as if I knew someone that live there. They go into their home and I begin to dream about how it would be. Sitting on the couch cuddling into each other arms, watching a movie, drinking tea, he's reading, she's laying on his chest. But then I heard screaming and yelling coming from inside. Being push out of the way she comes running out he's looking at me with no shirt on "what do you want" he yelled at me 'nothing" I said scared running down the stairs. This was coming from the man who touches are so sweet and soft whose kisses are full of sweetness. I ran after her asking "why, i see you everyday ever so happy drinking your tea, the way he touches you, hold your hand, they way you laugh and smile, why" she looks up from the ground. Look me straight in the eyes and told me " those touches you see hurt" she showed me her are and there were those marks. she finish "when he touch or hold my hands that's my only true feeling of love, when he looks me into the eyes while we drink tea is the best part of my day" She begin to cry again. I just held her. He came back out begging her to come back in and that he was sorry. She got up and he grab her hands. She look back and said "the hands that hurt can also love" And they went back into the building. As I walk home  I could only think what we see on the outside may not be whats on the inside. Every time I walk past that little cafe I hope i get to see her just one more time but it never happens. I don't know where she could be or if she found another place but I hope she found Love.