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Our hands grazed over the sugar
and you took mine,
your smile conspiratorial,
as you quietly said: “But you understand?”
I nodded, without conviction.
“You’re a good listener you know.”
I nodded some more,
as we sat sipping our lies.
You smiled summer and laughed spring as we talked.
Minutes were hours and hours were minutes,
as we covered the earth and all that was in it,
but none of the words inside.
I wanted then to reclaim your hand,
to have and to hold,
to steal a kiss,
unravelling all the while.
I wanted to,
I wanted to say how I loved you and more,
but the words remained glued in my mouth.
O if only you knew how I wanted to say.