It is all too vivid,
the glint of sunlight
through the diner glass,
scalding the
silverware
and the table top.
So stark, I can see
every crevice,
every flaw,
my fingers gripping the coffee cup
as she grips hers,
we, face to face without the cover of darkness
or the distance of
text,
her voice, her eyes, her glistening lips
across the table from me
as if I stared into a mirror
and find some stranger's face
staring back at me,
both of us talking,
yet not the way we talk at night,
or even in the more
remote world of our office,
confronted by the
harshness
of a reality we do not necessarily need
or refuse to embrace,
her gaze filled with
questions
I cannot answer, unspoken,
yet articulated in the silences
between the words.
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