[10 December 2020]
How long can we two stay
on this path? Your hands, your
words pull me, draw me deeper
and deeper in. I feel the
soul of them. They call me
mine. My hands, my heart respond
in kind, but my words stop
cold in my throat.
I look at you across the kitchen
counter, your eyes bright, your
frame small. Open to everything
but the inevitable coming. How
can move forward when there is
now no going back?
I fill my waterglass one more time,
filling the silence with the sound
of water and breath and parched mouths
gasping for air. You look at me. I
swallow.
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