We will speak about this one day
share words like sunshine and coffee
while our hands like insects
remain distant in the dark
beneath the café’s scratched table.
We will hear the pain bellow
even as our smiles sparkle
like dew on the grass.
In the silences between the words
our tongues will lick lips
try to remove the hurt
that cannot dissipate
regardless of years passed.
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