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Your eyes ask questions your mouth won’t;
I ignore them because I can.
The answers stare back at us
With eyes unrelenting;
They sit uninvited at dinners that should be cosy,
Revel in silences that were once comfortable,
Mimic our coitus that used to mean more.
These answers are here,
Playing hide and seek with our minds.
One day they will outgrow this space,
Break down the walls around us.
They will swell till they burst
And leave a mess we’ll never clean up…
But ‘one day’ is a place far far away.
Today you swallow yet again,
I whistle another tune.