Life/Time

Life/Time

With the moon as my witness,
I have better things to do than survive
this night unscathed.

The silence we’ve labeled
comfortable, broken by pages turning,
the metronome steadiness of the clock,

occasional sighs. Each razor-edged,
fulsome, yearning for the other
to speak the first apology of the evening.

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