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After lunch,
and the weight of words
over the sound
of a running faucet

side by side
not a single word
was said
in that moment

between us
a silence
we could slice
with eyes covered

and thoughts
muffled knowing
we know
what have us troubled

I look away
I look down
not even
a clearing of throats

into one another
now taking
the fork on the road

how brave I was
to turn away from
your eyes: livewire, electric

how brave
to face the truth
the pain, cathartic